April 2011
9 posts
There was an outline in the doorway, A ghost I imagine, With crooked teeth that smiled And eyes that glittered With the light of the moon. I could’ve, would’ve, should’ve Asked about the mail that day, But I didn’t.
It was a quilt of blues, Wrapped around, mascara-blotted And maybe we could have sat together With it around our shoulders, Cocoa in our hands, And the fire warming your face like it...
It rains when there’s sun and even when there isn’t, there still are rainbows. I connect the dots on the windshield and twiddle my thumbs. I think about the things I could have said, should have said, but that’s all in the past now and frankly it’s not worth the price of vodka. If anything, bemoan the black clouds, but look: see the hail dance in the grass, and the wind pulling at your hair and...
Naschon
I’ll step into the red waters; I’ll soak my feet in guiltless blood, Screaming, Hold, hold, hold, Hold me to what’s holy, and I’ll do the rest.
I’ll feel the sea salt prickle my toes, And look across the horizon to my home, Calling, Hold, hold, hold, Hold me to what’s holy, and I’ll do the rest.
I’ll breathe in the air of sand and sea, The air of hope and faith, Praying, Hold, hold, hold, Hold me...
Three Words
Three words from which I have hid, Within the forest’s thick shadows. Three words I have seen from the top Of the tallest lighthouse. Three words obscured, confounded Within the Washington rain. Three words of thanks, of resolve, Of love, Three words that I have never felt, Though I thought I did.
Three words were scribbled in a letter, A letter never sent. Three words sit in a box beneath my bed...
Every Part of Me
Every part of me wants to love you, hold you, keep you. Every part of me wants to snuggle further into your coat. Every part of me wants to make our lips blend together. Every part of me wants to feel your fingers twist around mine.
Every part of me but my heart.
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I’ve been really bad at updating lately. A lot has been going on that has warranted a lot of poetry, but in the heat of the...
Snow Blow
Snow blow, snow blow Blow the wind to and fro Snow blow, snow blow Silence the daffodils that begin to grow Snow blow, snow blow Springtime’s come too soon, you know Snow blow, snow blow And winter goes too slow Snow blow, snow blow Snow blow, snow blow
Hair Pulling
32 days left and at a standstill. My coffee mug gets me through, My frayed edges through the needle. Bittersweet and filled with shame, Fear, loathing, and surprisingly, A little bit of optimism behind the hair-pulling.
New Blue Jeans
Emerging from an indigo closet Is a pair of new blue jeans That fit every curve. Denim dreams caress the hips And massage the muscular thighs, Neither baggy nor tight – The perfect pair. Little do the smooth blue fibers know, They will soon bear the tear and fray Of life’s many adventures. Soon they will stretch and relax With each wear, with each wash But now they fit, and that is enough.
Fear is a Desert Sunrise
Desert nights turn to desert days, The ice thaws. Desert scorpions come greet the sun As it peaks over the horizon Like a burnt tangerine. Nights I’ve spent, shivering When the dunes turn to blue Wide awake with you on my mind, As you sleep, Those nights are long past, The illuminating sun has come. I cannot hide in the night anymore; The scorpions must sting.