noyade

Our ship had taken on water. Long ago. Still, I wait, Bound to the mast, Blindfolded, Deafened, Gagged, Yet the lightning dazzles, The roaring of the storm does not cease, And the bloody tang of salt spray... My throat burns, As I cry for thee. Impossible.

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 →

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 →

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.

Ghosted

Phantom thoughtsPhantom memoriesPlay out to meIn reverieA reminder for meWhat I was meant to beOr how I seem to beBy eyes too keen(or rather too blind to see)that what they perceiveIs a phantom of meIsn't meCan't beBecause I'm gone ghostedinterruptedfuture haltedtrapped on read.

I don’t know

I don't know what you want,I don't know what I can give,I don't know where this will go,I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what to do,When even inspiration leaves me.

Drujnk

Where's my other shoe?Head is heavy, wanna sleep,It's so hot in here.I like how the porcelainfeels cools on my face.I'm fine. No, you're drunk. Shut up.

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.

Sweet January

I cannot remember a time when January did not bring me dread,I am, after all, a child of the new year, of deep winter, of power outages,of "don't be greedy for your birthday, it was only just Christmas,"and other such memories that secretly made me wish I was a Spring Child(Queue the laughter from my … Continue reading Sweet January →

Cast Out

Cast out,Silver nets on starry ponds,Catching dreams darting by,Plucking shafts of moonlight,Singing the old songs,That breathe time into the air,And let fisherman grow old,While their stories only grow.