Wildflowers, Maples

I love these girls who livea relationship, a moment,but I am old and covet the way,that maples grow among wildflowers.Not to say they are not beautiful,but the shade is sweetbeneath red-tinged leaves.

How to Say

"J'adore,"I wanted to say,Between your troubled sighs,and lovely exasperations.Seeking romance and surprisevia photos, text-flirtations,how else would you like to bedisappointed?

beneath grey skies

Beneath these grey skies,Winter sun brings meager hopes.A ghost left on read.

The Fort Unconquered

Safe in pillow forts,Beneath layers of blankets,Secret smiles and tears.Childhood escapes from the cold,Impregnable fantasy.

I slept for so long

I slept for so long,That my winter feels like forever,The cold that eats away at my memory,And the chill that settles in my throat,Stealing my thoughts and voice. I slept for so long,That spring is a long dream away,Locked away in a cold journal,Sketched in hesitant strokes,Forgotten in deepest inks. I slept for so long.

moonlit bed

Moonlight bending back,Across this empty pillow,Dark side of the bed.

Enchanted Castle

I can't help but be impressed,Of your ability to play the part,Of the cruel fairy:Biting, humorless bitch.Chasing your loved onesFar far away,Until it's only you and I,A princess and her enchanted castle,Each longing for a wish,That cannot be said aloud,Or else it would shatter,This mirror-world in which we reside.

Tear-Thief

Stolen from the riverbed,Her bejeweled tear,A moment of weakness - Hostage Memories -Icy in my palm,Youthful transgressions and fears,That may one dayOnly sting,Rather than draw blood. Hope,O' Fool's Hope,That thinks this river is not pain Herself.

Silence

I thunder at the gates of heaven, Demanding to drag you back to hell, And am met with silence. I'll relish this self-satisfied loss, Wallow in piteous destruction, And am met with silence. I scar upon my corpse, these fine lines, Writ in hard-fought blood, your scarlet ink, And am met with silence. In my … Continue reading Silence →

Photos

Kissy face pictures,Names scribbled in bright blue ink,Now faded with time. How fondly we look to the horizon,Not knowing that our journey is over.