It’s so holy, it’s so hostile. ~ To tell my dreams to you, To build all around you, To finally forgive you, To work it out with you, To lose all of you, To rip away from you. ~ It’s so holy, it’s so hostile.
Dark
presence / absence
Your presence makes my heart sing, / Your absence makes my ears ring.
Black Sun
The bright sun struck three The black sun struck twelve From there It was only screams From there It was only hell ~ They fled in droves They begged for mercy They all were massacred Bargained for time Betrayed their own A mad and twisted herd ~ Spoke not in words but tongues And nobody … Continue reading Black Sun
Us
Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
Their bones were buried there
Our bones are buried In places holy Places that hold meaning As names lose feeling And feelings die Like all things to time And like our lives lead To places buried Until we are bones In places holy Wholly meant To hold our meaning Before the feelings And names are forgot Like all things in … Continue reading Their bones were buried there
You might have saved me
Biting cold saps the fight from my limbs, currents toss me and I tumble, sucking, drumming, gasping, thrumming. In brief I am anchored, the tumult rushes around me. “Are you okay?” Those words lost to years. I knew better than to reach back or close my aching fingers, you might fall in. So I push … Continue reading You might have saved me
Have Your Heart
How often Did you harden your heart, And turn from the pain, When bearing the weight Became too great? ~ How many times Did you cast aside A piece of yourself, And leave it behind, Just to keep moving? ~ How many endings Did you cauterize? How many crossings Have you set aflame? Just to … Continue reading Have Your Heart
Again, Again (a poem)
Tread from one room to the next, The cold seeps up through bare feet, Wrap myself in a blanket of numb, And crave the promises of lost sleep. ~ While misfortunes fall in piles, Mangled for conveniences, I pace under portals and over tiles, Mill my back teeth to pieces. ~ All this time I … Continue reading Again, Again (a poem)
Fantasy (a poem)
I often fantasize about letting go, to be one who can leave the act, and carry through. I often fantasize about running away from all the places sharp to the touch, from all the people who take too much. I often fantasize about the way out where no eyes see blinking although they may still … Continue reading Fantasy (a poem)
Of Course (a poem)
and just like that, they killed the little joy you tried to hold on to.
