7 posts tagged “poem”
heartstrong
feelings that decay too quickly from underneath you
a day to day resolve decided upon my arrival
shaken by the absence of persistent affections
left reflecting in on your self designed reaction
unpacking thoughts that clutter mind unnecessary
obscuring logic paving ways to a security
here's to hoping for the finding in your disposition
consistency founded in other than my faith sown
feelings that decay too quickly from underneath me
a day to day resolve decided upon your arrival
shaken by the absence of persistent affections
left reflecting in on my self designed reaction
unpacking thoughts that clutter mind unnecessary
obscuring logic paving ways to a security
here's to hoping for the finding in my disposition
consistency founded in other than your faith sown
I'm Just Taking My Time With It
infesting the safe places
fostering this discontent
making me fumble
forcing words and smiles
heart knelt and heavy
gripped in guilt of this
nothing to be done really
I've grown tired of this
tired of this
wanted to sleep
but kept up
because I know
it's easier to rest
in your arms
than alone
and the waiting
is not
the hardest part
it's keeping
from calling
it's curling
up always
tight and
protected
wondering
which way you are laying
is it with someone new.
I wanted to sleep
but no time
I spent it all
on thoughts
fill the hole in my hand
in these castles made of sand
you vagabond
you transient
...we are drifters
on the railcars of my heart
people stow away
running from home
you can hide in me
...inside of me
I need to feel your skin
not what's underneath
tremble close to me
find it hard to breathe
...momentarily
so come and hold my hand
we're strangers this I know
I doubt that this will last
but that is how it goes
...and it goes, everything goes.
the bathroom had been cleaned
all the objects of daily use
stored away under the sink
the medicine cabinet mirror
reflecting perpendicular
two images of me standing
not looking at each other.
and upon first inspection
there's nothing on the counter
but if you would look closer
little spots taint the chrome
of the faucet, made by water
I proceed to wash my hands
this time without soap
to make sure it is hotter
I'll let the water flow
place my hands beneath
the heat slightly stings
and once my hands feel clean
reflected wet and red
twice in front of me
with no towel to dry them on
I run my hands against my clothes
and the moisture left upon
only slightly shows
in the barren corner of
the bathroom of my home
my mind begins to form
the lines of this poem
when I clean my hands
they become empty too
not carrying the dirt
the way they often do
and once I walk,
out the door
all six hands
will become two
Body of Meat
wrapped up in bark from trees.
My hair is woven full
from creatures in my skull.
My eyes are salty water
pulled from oceans deep,
and placed within my face
by angels while I sleep.
My mind is a machine
cast of iron steel,
it manufactures thoughts
and tells me how to feel.
And although I can't be sure
I think my heart's alive.
Perhaps it is a bird
tightly trapped inside
the cage that is my ribs
they're woven of bamboo.
My lungs - an old crank organ
turning out a circus tune.
my thoughts still carry me there
to where i belong
though distance is great
and time fights time, i wont sleep
I need you much more
my longing will be
my companion, in the night
thinking of your skin
to hope of you close-
the fabric of existance
a reason to wake