oh won’t you compress me tighten my limbs till they’re on the verge of breaking while I try not to try not to try presently absent or absently present this slippery potential bottle it up and drink it for dinner and somebody pour the wine while his passages — impossibly tender — slip their way past my devices and caress my core oh, loosen my world syllables and suitors
A tear fell before I was ready How could something so small feel so heavy? It’s cataclysmic. Tears won’t listen…all discretion melts away
They beg to be felt. They plead to be heard. Show mercy — they’re carrying the weight of the world.
They lighten the pain. They soften the hurt. But lest this deceive you — they’ll rattle your earth.
Farewell, my almost lover Goodbye, my almost prince I gave my all in trying And I’ve missed you ever since
Stay true, my faithful steward And don’t let your hands rest Bring steadiness and balance To each soul enduring test
I’ll never stop believing You’ll always drum your beat Together we’ll continue Though our eyes may never meet
A lesson worth the struggle A blessing worth the pain Farewell, my almost lover In my soul you will remain.
You’re steady but blinded to time and it’s vastness. Your unintentional indifference envelops my soul. Unaware of the receding divide that separates us, your constant drumbeat anchors my daydreams but misses see the reason I ever took flight.
I am invisible. My words clear, the meaning foggy. Isolated in your company. Perhaps the problem is in the grasping. If I did not try so desperately to bridge our distance it might be more obvious that it cannot be done.
A curiosity — I am endlessly entertaining but never fulfilled. Accepted, but never seen. Why does everyone seem so ok with just the matters of the everyday?
I am drawing a line to protect my essence. To stop me from losing myself to the deafening chasm interposed between our two worlds. An incomprehensible, yet legitimate axiom. Gosh, please let it be legitimate. You offered me forever and would have never let go.
You’re beautiful and blinded, and I can’t take away my own sight. I’d travel the world to find us the key to unlock both our vaults. But I couldn’t respect myself if I stayed. A hypocritical heart is bad enough — one unnoticed is unbearable. My every gesture tarnished by uncertainty. If I couldn’t offer myself whole, I’d have slowly withered away and taken you with me.
But the price’s never slim for the idealistic hope that the marriage of differences could equal a whole. A painful, yet necessary rite of passage in the blip of our existence.
you know those faint echoes of light that hide behind closed eyelids, extending the legacy of the bright long after we’ve ceased to see it?
i want to be that for sunless souls —
a gentle, yet certain reminder of the golden,
elusive enough to make them open their eyes again
and realize that, though blinding,
it is worth it.
Wreathing my thoughts in a silver lace vine This dream dawns it’s day ‘fore I even start mine
It gifts me a silly, impervious grin And swears the world’s kinder that it’s ever been
My mind is all hazy…would this make him proud? Of course I would tell him! No - never out loud!!
How could I remember the week, month or year When it’s been a full day without him being near?
Cheeks glowing, steps bouncing, I close one more day Neglecting what happened and heeding what may.
Memories make quite the telephone game each time revisited, never the same.
We wistful dreamers valiantly whisper Hopeful to paint a dependable picture While those recollections that we hold most dear Are glossed more times over with moony veneer
But shall we thus mourn the loss of the true Or rather embrace writing history anew? I guess to remember we must pay a price Never to step in the same river twice.
Every retreat’s become your lair Every hideaway your fortress Omnipresent as air Yet you’re blowing remorseless
Dodging your influence I’ve held my breath blue How gross to gasp for smog like you
Your echo rebounds From each perceived crystal My cavernous world Too bare to absorb it
Look over my shoulder To find your initials Engraved in each moment, And smearing my portrait
My eyes worn from watching you Trailing behind I’d flee if your shadow weren’t melded with mine
Becoming that on which it dwells, My mind of clay carves deeper wells As I begin to plead for you To be its potter, through and through
My thoughts and feelings, do discern And let your Word become my light My reasonings please overturn Examine me and make me bright
There’s happiness at your right hand On grounds of mercy you allow Your kingdom will forever stand I’ll live in then and dream in now
To whom, then, shall I go away? Till time indef’nite, here I’ll stay.
