12 posts tagged “poetry”
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 wandered alone
waiting for the sun
while hanging in heaven
the sun waited for me
Clouds with storms in their eyes
wouldn't let me see
but the sky has cleared
now my sky has cleared
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.
it had been months since I'd written anything of substance, I just didn't do it... but recently I've been writing a lot more, and it feels really good. I'll grant that generally a long period of stress and emotional wear eventually starts to build up inside if not let out, and that probably has a lot to do with it. My body just can't take it anymore so my creativity kicks in. Plus it's that time of year.
all of that to say I wrote a song today, I'm going to try to record it later this evening. here's the working lyrics, which are subject to change.
Reach You
my thoughts drift out of me across
an empty room and out through dark-ened
windows shrouded by the night
into air cooled by lack of light
they begin to rise above the trees
and mingle with those things unseen
to fly with stars, and spirits high
across continents, and oceans wide
My love, will reach you there
it's been to long since I've touched you
and I don't know what I can do
but hold myself alone tonight
and dwell upon tomorrows light
I say a prayer to the powers that be
please bring her home safely to me
keep her warm, and guard her heart
watch over her while we're apart
My Love will reach you there
I thought I'd grown up
and over feeling like this
all pent up, and up late
creating things just to create
pretending to hear
an album for the first time
and forming poetry
out of free verse and rhyme
lots of thinking of a girl
thinking of a girl thinking of me
trying to fill the night time
with something less lonely
pondering productivity
but not applying it practically
and I won't change my clothes
before going to sleep
and while I'm still awake
tomorrow will come
I thought I had grown up
I thought I was done...
***
becoming numb in new ways
every day finding a different angle
to desensitize, un-personalize
the world outside my window
it's all nothing more than
pictures on postcards pinned up
or people programed for
the day in and day outs
and the lack of focus that
I find myself in.
and I'm hung over
after having to much to drink
the night before
I'm tired of waiting to be at ease
my heart lives over seas
it's no longer in me
