An Old Wish

I'm too old for wishes, My children remind me. Little brats, I say. Don't I deserve, To cash in all of my time, And remember what it felt like, -- for just one moment, I beg you -- To be young and loved. and to have the wisdom to appreciate it this time.

Spring Sunrise

Lingering just outside of work, still in my old car,In the dark hours before the sunrise, While false flurries fall like discarded static. The car stereo beats a rhythm that aches around me,Yet the world seems awfully dim 'neath yellow headlights,Yearning for something lostIn that transient strangeness of an earlier Spring. Like our breath, I … Continue reading Spring Sunrise →

midland new years

Virgin snow drifts down, Clinging to moist eyelashes,Tears sting, fail to fall. Cold mornings haunt me, I see your breath in the air, Strange to miss you still. My lips still feel numb, From stolen, drunken kisses, New Years' revelry. So much to regret, But as the New Year dawns bright,For you, I will try.

All’s Fair

"All's fair in Love and War," they say, But I have shame enough, To keep myself at an arm's length. To gamble on your love, To steal your happiness, To rob you of your smile, For even my chance benefit, Simply isn't worth shit. I loath the simple fact,That he can make you smile like … Continue reading All’s Fair →

Echoes

I'm a shallow well,Repeating the same verses,Like an old echo. Weep into my depths, O Muse,And fill me with purpose To the very end,We're all just telling stories,So does it matter,That after all of this time,I have but just one to tell?

Apartment 2

All doors return here,To this bitter place I live,Unwilling to change. I'm trapped in these tired cycles, Or is a cage a comfort?

Apartment 1

This cold apartment, With windows facing the east, Drag out lonely nights. The sun rises to glory,But sets well beyond my reach.

Be Cruel, Beloved

Malignancy, I welcome, A cruel tongue so sharp, It cuts painlessly; Or your sinister contempt, Spreading like cancer, Tearing me apart; Give me all of your hatred, Anger and cold rage, A promise of pain. (a promise to feel) I cannot stand your pity: Eyes wet with sadness, Like you regret me. Like you'll forget … Continue reading Be Cruel, Beloved →

A Kind Word

My hands, shaking now,Freeze at the thought of your loss,My Muse, I beg that you stay. My hands, steady yet.Wrapped around your foolish throat,Why would I ever leave you?

Your Smile; My Smile

Adoration becomes you:Your grey eyes shimmer,Your smile is sharper,Your laugh is brighter,Your world seems better.My jealousy knows no bounds. I feel like a phantom pain,Sadness that lingers,Waiting for the day,That your happinessDulls to cruel boredom.Will you still be beautiful? I choose happiness,Let me be selfish,Just this once, oh God.