There are too many stars in the heavens
Too much color distracting from a sea of black
Where is my blank canvas, that I might draw
My own path, the turns between forwards and back
The constellations are old and obsolescent
Can I not connect new patterns between each light?
Nay, I am slave to what came before me
To pen in their place I have not the right
There are too many stars in the heavens ...
Somebody teach me to fall in “like”
Like just plain attraction, no strings attached
The kind that doesn’t control your whole mind
Or leave your peripheral vision black
Ive been consumed by the thought of you
Though I hardly know more than your name
I envy those who’s nerves stay relaxed
As they juggle with hearts like some sort of game
Somebody teach me to fall in “like”
Stop my thoughts from s...
This twin sized bed seems too small
Im suffocating in shrunken sheets
My lips find themselves pressed on the wall
Muscles remember where your face used to be
I’d forgotten that I am afraid of the dark
You held me inside of it for so long
Your absence has left a fatal mark
In the back of my mind like a ghostly song
I squeeze a pillow against my chest
Trying to pretend it is someone who cares
But ...
A lot can happen in five years
How many lips have I kissed since?
It’s hard to keep track of the ways I’ve grown
Or the ways I’ve regressed
Is there even a bit of that person
I used to be left inside?
The more bridges you have to burn
The more change is ignited
And I’m sure you’ve felt the flame as well
On the path you’ve taken away from me
Five years ago was another world
More artifact than...
Does he know he is still in my poems?
He left a stain on the tip of my pen
I realize at the finish of each ode
I have been writing of him again
How do I shake him from my mind
When he is a spirit who demands a space?
Some memories grow duller with time
But I fear ours will never be erased
The shooting star’s no longer in my sky
Though there is a crater left behind
I can fill it with new earth ...
I want to be happy for you
I do
The ring on your finger
And a finger running through her hair
While you stare into her eyes
It’s great to see you happy
But I wish those eyes were mine
The only arms I ever felt truly safe in
Keep someone else warm tonight
Your smell wore off my clothes years ago
But now and then I catch a whiff
In a corner shop
And stop
Because I’ve forgotten how to breath...
I feel a bit like the man who left the cave
Who told his friends their shadows were not all
Yet they seemed content to be enslaved
Gawking at the visions on the wall
But as I leave the cavern a free man
I cannot help but turn back towards my friends
There is bliss in what they cannot understand
A happiness I now can never feel again...
My hands shake
As I sign my name on the divorce papers
The lawyer is a kid
From my high school
Who, ten years ago
Copied my notes
Before Geometry
His suit is freshly pressed
And smells like linen
But I can hardly see it
Through my tears
I cannot help but wonder
As I watch him
How did we get here?...
