time is wasting you to a shred of yourself
(not that you know this
today)
and you turn to me and say
hello
I could almost cry
at how much you’ve thrown on me
half a world / of humans in this city
so now I cry for the lives you won’t know
all the beautiful things in your head
I won’t have a chance to hear anymore
oh / wonder is a fitting weight
for the kaleidoscope ink of our missing tomorrows
oh / hope is a hard thing to hold when I wake
and now it lies / beside a body
my heart lies to me that
busy will keep you alive
this bright sadness
says more about me than it does about you
I don’t know how your balancing act ended
but I am still stranded
funny how the lonely has built me an island
and not the other way around-
fuck I wish you were here
if not to tell me all the stories
then at least to build my lonely
I am still searching for someone
who will say hello
the way you do
someone with that angle of smile
that gravity
(make me your orbit)
someone with that particular
shade of everything
Did you know..
that you steal the show?
That your silk shines
like wet red wine,
when our time has intwined
and i bask in your glow?
A candle to you?
Holds not a chance....
But perhaps to save me a dance..
When somethings arent found
we all look around
buts its you that has stolen my glance.
Simple afternoons with you are freeing
Softly, quietly I look up to see two
Squirrels screaming at me
The dichotomy between the serene breeze
And the tiny furry beasts puts a smile on my face
The worries of the world fade into Nothingness
The warm caress of the dying sun
Lifts today's burdens like an old friend with his hand held out
Seeking...Greeting
Lifting...Comforting
Am I the same as you?
We exist in this moment together
But who am I and who are you?
The wall comes crumbling down
I gasp... you turn your rosy cheeks to face me
We see eye to eye but through different lenses
My green to your brown
My chaos to your calm
Two sides of the same coin
And yet when I turn to face the trees
I see through the faded leaves and the bare bones of earthen bark
I see in the extended arms of the oak what I can't always see in myself: Hope
The screaming squirrels have given up
Sometimes I feel the same
The quiet returns
The light is receding
I turn to you once more
I return to the here
I return to us and our small Haven;
In the garden of two now silent Squirrels
These words I write cannot contain
The anger, the guilt, nor the pain
Of losing someone you hold most dear
You went to her house for advice
You just complained, yelled and got frustrated
But she just listened, hearing every word
And now she's gone, gone, gone
You think about her constantly
She never leaves your heart, mind, or soul
Her advice was always solid
Her words blunt and meaningful
But now you can't hear them
She is just gone, gone, gone
We move on, hoping to hear her call our name
But she can't anymore
We hope to feel her grasp
But she is out of reach
Just remember where she resides now
In the darkest part of your heart
Waiting for you to ask again
When you find the words
When you heal
She's not here
She's not there
But she is everywhere
She. Is. Home.
She. Is. Happy.
She. Is. Always. Watching.
Waiting
Hoping
Always loving was her speech
She told you how it was out of love
She was there when you were a baby
She was there your whole life
NOW HOLD HER CLOSE AS YOU SAY GOODBYE FOR THE LAST TIME!!
YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!!
THE PHOTOS DO HER NO JUSTICE!!
DON'T SHED TEARS FOR HER!!!
REMEMBER HER!!
The death of a loved one
Is an unending sadness
But never give up
They will watch you
Help you
Save you
Never give up!
When I look up in the sky
And I see your spirit soar
Mindful that I'm stuck down here
Thinking of before
I pray I cross your mind
As you sail among the clouds
And that you'll visit me
The next time you come around
I loved you with my all
But only pulled you down
I should've known my heart
Would keep you anchored on the ground
I've let you go, my dear
As you fly into the sky
I hope your fading thoughts of me
Will pass you by-and-by
O Lover,
how can you run
past the rhymes that slip through the creases
in your palms only to
etch them into my memory?
Yesterday
time sank fangs into my ankle, left tattoos
like heartbreak. You touched my face
and I stepped back,
out of reach.
I took her hand
and poured gold in her veins.
There was nothing more I could do.
She let the glass fall with a flick of her wrist,
condensing the air to an acrid twitch
and rendering my vision to pinpoints as
I watch the reflection of her eyes careen to earth.
Will you reach your hand up to my cheek
and read the wounds you stashed inside my corneas?
Or will you stare at the echoes at our feet
until my hand reaches for yours
across this shattered display of moments?
Perhaps it’s because I miss you, the real you
or the thought of you.
It’s not like I know the difference.