Waiting
I just cannot help
But wait
For you
My love, my muse, my nemesis.
For you
I pause my half-hearted sprint
Hopeful in your direction
Cast out time and again.
For you
I return
And I wait
Category Archives: Poetry
Bitter Medicine
Alight, I burn
Bright and fast
I writhe I melt
In paralyzing stillness
Restless with fever and wanting
A chill so deep
Eating me alive
It twists and turns
And breathes and cries
Threatening to burst at the seams
The bitter pill
If only as the sun sets
Ushers in the darkness
A twisting of the senses
To fix it break it solve it stop it
Alive in my stupor
Watching the sting
My soul numb
Limbs weak
Thoughts racing through my mind
No clear winner
For now
As alight, I burn
Human
A human
A heart of fool’s gold
I open in earnest, I express, and I trust
An unearned guilty conscience
Suspicious of my own reflection
A body of contradiction
There’s nothing left to know
But you don’t understand
Nothing left to show
And you still can’t see me
Blue in the face for nothing
Yet you define me
Trapped in the details
Endless words left hanging
Thickening the air
It’s impossible to breathe in here
I care more than you’ll ever know
Though I am more than what I seem
I always seem to be what you say
One Shot
A silence thickly understood
Wading through unspoken truths
Soaked
A detail explained until blue in the face
Deafeningly silent. Pregnant. Full to bursting with disregarded denied thoughts
Screaming tearing at the seams
Notice me pick me love me move me save me
Beneath
Unworthy of attention
Care less
A caress laden with pity
The acidic touch leaving me rotting
Cast aside
I quit
My Kind
come and run away with me
let’s rearrange the alphabet
and swing from tree to tree
this world is yours and mine and ours
let’s all of us get lost
An Open Letter to a Psychopath
Manipulative and self-obsessed
All I want to talk about is you
—
dear sir there’s something too true
i can’t quite put to words
brightest reds and deepest blues
they all come back for thirds
—
you seem to look right through me
lost in magic on the other side
apathetic to the point of poetry
delicate dance upon the blade of a knife
—
dance, dance out of those shadows,
that prison, that church, your mind
dance, dance into the twilight, and tell me that you’re mine
The Potential of a Kite
Free as the wind
Violent destructive cyclone
Tender summer breeze
Listless in the stale air
Tie down
Run away
Soar
Fall
Return
Whipped breathless
Promising tension
And gone
Unpredictable and fleeting
I suppose I’ll fly this kite somewhere else
The Other Side
the other side of the bed
is where i keep my heart and my dreams
and my bag and my keys
when you’re gone
my heart on my sleeve
of the sweater i wore earlier
lay there as well
feeble cableknit weight
attempts to occupy the void
i dream of sprawling
using the space
but i stay on my side
leave room for phantom heartache
my thread count matched by memories
counting sheep
counting excuses
waiting
forget a companion
any other would find too hot, too near, too far
an unsuitable cotton environment
i miss you,
down to my linens
Sing, Little Bird 