Monthly Archives: September 2015

September 23, 2015 · 10:19 pm

Fitting you in

I think in words,

syllables as building blocks,

a game of tetris until

the right pieces fit.

Phrases bounce around,

turning into stanzas,

til stanzas fit stanzas,

so a poem sits right here.

You are the random bolt,

the square in my round peg,

the lost instructions,

you are my monday morning.

You sit on the tip of my tongue,

waiting to dive into my throat,

so I can give you life through,

my voice that hides in the back,

I’m missing the lego piece,

that connects you to,

my inner realm that

flows out of this pen.

You are scary.

Knowing you can disrupt

with so much calm,

something so sacredly simple.

Broken

I love you,

but not like that.

I’m a good liar,

you see –

My morning routine consists

of putting on a mask,

blending together so that

the end is the beginning.

I love you,

but not like that.

I’m a good liar,

you see –

I speak in a different tongue

when I see your eyes,

it leaves a foreign taste,

but I always get a response.

I love you,

but not like that.

I’m a good liar,

you see –

When our fingers brush

goosebumps spread,

I’m rigid like a statue,

nerve endings on pause.

I love you,

but not like that.

I’m a good liar,

you see –

I write this poem

with a broken pen,

truth leaks out the top,

no control over the ink.

I love you,

but ~~not~~ like that.

I’m a ~~good~~ liar,

you see?

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September 17, 2015 · 6:44 pm

Deep Down

You

have

my heart.

just need

your name.

Whisper

it in

my ear,

my heart

can sing.

Write

it in

my palm,

you touch

my soul.

You

have

a home,

imagination,

give

a key,

allow

my eyes,

the

ability

to decieve,

mind

that won’t,

believe

you

would be,

here

for

me.

A New Kind of Drug

Epiphanies are rare,

but when they come

they are a rush

of fresh fall air.

Internally grateful,

it flows through my body,

relieving the knots

of worry and doubt.

A drug that I need daily,

a single thought,

the right thought,

the key to functionality.

How do I keep them flowing?

Keep my blood rushing?

How do I keep from looking down?

So, I can ride this for eternity.

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September 14, 2015 · 10:43 pm

Unmotivated Heart

It’s going to be dark.

I apologize.

It’s where my mind has been

For the past while.

I watched from 30,000 ft.

Cities were twinkling,

Prettier than the stars,

Blacker than a new moon.

The edges of the earth

Were smoldering,

A smoky black blending crimson.

A sight different from routine.

The sunset was long over,

But the sun was hanging on,

Stubborn and unrelenting

Not letting the day get away.

Some would say it was divine,

Beautiful or bewitching,

But I saw a war,

Of life trying to fight on.

Twinkling towns unconcerned,

Of the fire raging above them,

Only perceptible to those above,

Or those who pay attention.

The day was not ready to sleep,

To give up its purpose of the light,

Too much baggage left behind,

An undying noose that won’t fray.

It hung on longer that night,

Using its rays to burn into the horizon,

Until it was well on the other side,

Fading just before dawn.

Could my heart create colors like the sun?

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September 9, 2015 · 10:40 pm

20 years later…

My heart still searches.

Nothing I write comes out right,

When I try writing about you.

You are my biggest secret, its true.

I locked you away, guarded by a knight.

My heart still searches.

I pretend memories don’t exist.

Left in the desert of my mind.

I think its easier to be blind.

It’s not safe, even for a quick tryst.

My heart still searches.

It took me 15 years to hear a story.

Knowing nothing about you was safer.

Using the future as an eraser.

You deserved more, deserved glory.

My heart still searches.

For I remember all that is possible.

The moments right before I was told,

Your watch on mom’s arm, old & gold,

Kneeling by the casket, the impossible.

My heart still searches.

You’re the secret I hold dear, for fear,

If I say too much, I won’t be able to recall,

That I’m the girl that jumped at your call,

From the swing, to greet you with cheer.

My heart still searches for your voice in my ear.

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September 8, 2015 · 8:24 pm

I’m here for now….

I float above the skies,

where I am untouchable.

I am finally somewhere

you have to look up to me.

You can’t escape my tears.

The more I need,

the bigger that they become,

so that you feel like drowning.

The pain comes in low rumbles,

clouding your sight of all light.

until only my image can appear,

a constant reminder.

The worst is yet to come.

When you can do nothing

but look until your eyes hurt,

flowers will grow in spite of

the wallowing bird songs.

A sign that I am all gone

except for the mark that

I finally made on your heart.

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September 6, 2015 · 12:10 pm

Place for Rent.

You.

My conundrum.

Quandary.

Riddle.

Poser.

Need to get a new hangout,

In another stellar mind.

Monthly Archives: September 2015

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