I presumed, that when metal
ZOOM!
Past through a barrel
It would hit someone_
it's familiar with
The ground
to be stained
from the punctured wound_
of its intended target
As they bleed,
begging for mercy
“The enemy”, I persumed
But enemy of whom
Who's perspective must I respect
to draw more breath_
here, alive
To have a celebratory death
In bed
held by the ones I love
A casket held o...
I wonder, at times
if I am worth reading
If my life is half the pages I pretend to write
Because the poetry that spills
Within the ink of this pen, I grip
Exists to emit what only others feel
The weight of their sorrow
While my pages remain unfilled
Like, death
I have written to the excess
That one might think I express that which exists within me
But I reflect those better versed in life
For...
To doodle on the sides of my book
was not what I first had in mind
When you said
you needed to write me something
I wasn’t expecting
A heart shaped iris
Drawn above the neatly organized lines
Inside sketched eyes
Instead of dark circles
I thought a letter was what I'd find
Not a diaper baby
Floating on what seems to be clouds of dust farts
Shooting safety pins
At calligraphy of the word...
Defining what the world means
Is what I do best
Poetry dripping,
thick through me
But words with little weight to anchor these pasted fillings
On the fresh pages left unfilled
I have written of love
That I have not felt
Of pain and sorrow
That has crept
tightly pressing onto my chest
I have written of death
To the excess
That one might think
I try to express a deep turmoil
That exists wit...
Behind me
I stood
Shaded empty
My body knew only darkness
And subtle imitations
Of myself
But last night
As lights grew
From what rained down
And blew up my house
I woke up sleeping
Etched to the streets
The flashing flame
burned me free from myself
I needed no body
Nor light to exist
I remained on the street
Even when light turned to smoke
And smoke into mushrooms
Even when colored ski...
If my name is called upon your lips
And i am given the gift of breath
Even when
The planes in which i exist
Are of pain and suffering
Even then
I’ll sing for you
I will sing the carful tunes you hum
As you artfully craft
that which i am
Even when
Your hands forge crumpled leaves
The notes will exist within creases
Even then
I will share it
With the passing bee
So that
sturdier things may come...
I am not with you.
Though my body remains trapped in this physical state,
Understand me when i say
I am not with you
Long, have I been, ejected from this space
The place of which you occupy
Were entire worlds trace along ripples you leave behind
Of space and time bent backwards
The size of you!
To have us all
Trailing your curved lines
Me?
I was like heat
trapped within nova
Slowly burning itse...
His cold past made him warm
Calloused hands made him soft
He kept us from it
Protected us from the stain life brings
At least kept us clean
long enough to roll in the mud of our own making
Never tainted by his
“Have you ever cried”
He’d laugh when asked
Then give us glimpse of the scars that littered his frame
Which, as he says, was once
Thin and frail
But now fat and plump
“ I have” he says
“...
I can't seem to fit
Into the needle you thread
Because I have come undone
This is undone
We don't fit anymore
Every day each end
spreads
further away from me
We spent our time
Pinching it straight
But we cant
We just_
“SHIT!”
I don't know
You want me to patch
what's missing
But you can't fake a stitch
It'll break
And you will hate me for it
I don't have to be
The piece of string
...
A pulling, I feel it
Like a subtle tug
Calling me back to a place familiar
Somewhere I've been before
Seen but forgotten what it's called
It's name escapes me
It twirls on the edges of my brain
Fading ever so swiftly
It's all a haze
But it's there
waiting to be remembered
I've lived there…I think
No I'm sure of it
It's a place I've felt love
How have I forgotten
The trees, the dirt, a c...
