Sunday, November 2, 2014

A Love Letter

And, as easily as I fell in love with you,
I crept back into his arms.
For who can resist the temptation of the familiar?
Yet, without an exciting new romance,
One fails to appreciate what feels like home.
Just as a man who knows only solitude,
cannot appreciate society
or the deaf who know not of noise
cannot also know peace.
Without your affairs,
I could not have ever known,
the comfort of love weathered by the ages.
Yet, you are not to be left without a fight,
without regrets.
Our romance remains pure & untouched-- remains romantic.
I must leave before we lose this and
excitement gives way to a new comfort.
A comfort yet to be tainted.
No, let me return to his arms,
where the future is already the past.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Storms

Storms make a skilled sailor, they say.
Wind blows. Our boat sways.
A slight turn and we're fine, we can bend.
Clouds gather. A storm brews. Our boat rocks. Tosses.
Another attempt to bend, to be flexible, feels more like breaking.
We brace ourselves- prepared for the end, yet not prepared at all.
Coming closer, we hold our breath, our arms intertwined.
Gradually encumbered by arms of sunlight, the storm is over.
Our boat remains in tact.
Storms make a skilled lover.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

a ballet

memories dance in my mind
a ballet of passion.
each dancer a different day
a different moment
seamlessly entwined in the melody
spinning around one another
reveling in the beauty of itself
orchestrating a masterpiece.

they rebel.
colliding, a whirlwind
harmony deteriorates
the stage grows dark.
one dancer.
her final solo.
a spotlight she never wanted.
her body reveals tragedy
hatred.
pain.
she leaps, wanting to be free.
her legs remain planted.
they stop.
she must rely on her arms.
as she lifts them,
they freeze.
a ballet of passion,
encumbered in tragedy.
a memory frozen in my mind.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The Subtle Beauty of Insult

sorry for your troubles, they tell him.
they don't need him, ashamed of himself,
dragging around like a common beggar.

he's sorry for his troubles.
he smiles and i laugh,
lift glasses and slowly drink.
lips with little sighs.

i think that's what you're supposed to do.
sorry for your troubles mister.

his lovely little girl, dead.
his little boy, dead beyond.
soon he's crying
it frightens me.
my fear, my only comfort.
I was not alone.
Huddled, I cry alone at night.
No comfort in the regular defeat.
Overtime, it became impossible to believe.
Meaning, scolded for the understanding.
Sudden rewards, intoxicating and deceptive,
Bathing in the subtle beauty of insult.
The world opened up with joy.
he yells and cries and sings
i wish i could be at home,
heart broken by the fire.

Gothic Tranquility

tormented but brilliant.
like an old familiar destination,
you have made the journey here before.
like angst before death.
moments hanging from a high beam.
young victims:
insecurity, clear notions of what they hate.
they appear less than sophisticated.
a beautiful young optimist;
loved everything life had to offer.
licked her lips, revealing attack.
placed her hands and leaned close.
killed love devoted to controversy.
effortless things learned the hard way.
led to believe mistakes were capital crimes.
compelled by the most gothic tranquility

Forgotten Memories

I am going to leave.
He belongs to someone from long ago.
Silence.
You must remember me.
You must remember.
Silence.
You must remember me.
A despicable dream
An unthinkable risk.
I cannot put my mind to it.
You remember me.
In the dark he is real,
You do not explain it to yourself.
You do not explain it to yourself.
You certainly do not explain it.
It slips away,
your grasp of the truth,
until nearly forgotten.

gone

i held your fragile hand,
as if my grasp could keep you here,
as though i could anchor your spirit.
your eyes said everything you couldn't.
memories choked back by tears,
a smile drawn on your face,
you inhaled.
not just breathing in the air,
breathing in life.
you exhaled,
a sigh of nostalgia, 
a final laugh we could share.
i sighed with you,
a sigh of relief,
you would inhale once more.
my grasp clenched,
i wasn't letting you go.
but you knew,
you always knew.
and in an instant, you were gone.