As the sky darkens
And the day becomes night
the Crimson sunset melts in the horizon
As evening unfolds
Occupied by thoughts
Teeming with words
Silent
The night has yet to begin
Tag Archives: poetry
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 