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.
Your presence makes my heart sing, / Your absence makes my ears ring.
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
I dreamt you no longer wanted me That you had cast me to the side I dreamt your heart had turned away And left me out to dry. You fled without a word Not so much as a trace You would not bother to hear it Nor look upon my face. There was no explanation … Continue reading How fragile we are
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
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)
I am haunted by my dreams of love, like nightmares that come as I sleep. A phantom dripping in red, it tortures me with visions of futures, memories of grief, signs of isolation. A spectre sharp as knives, it taunts me with words that ring true, words that bring to, words that ring through, and … Continue reading Haunted (a poem)
I love you, You and your twisted briar heart, Your cold heart, Your stone heart, Betrayed and hardened by the years, Ugly and encrusted in ice. I love you, You and your shortcomings, Your flaws, Your failures, Molded and fouled by the world, That left you all but weary of it. I love you, You … Continue reading You leaving is what scares me (a poem)
I did this to myself (a poem) Hesitation wrapped its bony fingers around my throat, barring the offense crawling its way to my tongue. Doubt wove a web over my spite, and for a moment, those words made me believe them. After all… I desperately wanted to believe them. The part of me that wanted … Continue reading I did this to myself (a poem, 2017)
