Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Heart dust

People say that poetry is in the pain 
But then there are those moments 
When you're choking so hard 
And hurting so deep that even 
The darn words wouldn't weave 

People say love is meant to be easy 
But then there are those walls
That are built so high, with cracks
That leave trails through the veins 
And cause trust and faith to fail 

People say that happiness is within 
But then there are those ghosts 
That creep in, and drink from your soul 
Leaving nothing but dried memories 
Of a past that refuses to implode 

People write about love, and about 
The unusual politics of it all 
How much to give and to expect 
About the rules and the rule breakers 
And how there are no rules at all 

But what of those who've died 
From the incurable disease 
That took their heart, and And 
Snapped the core so inexorably that 
Even today they're wandering around. 

Collecting pieces. 

Sunday, September 04, 2016

And that's it

And you push me away 
Ever so nonchalantly 
A gentle nudge 
In the other direction
Takes care of it. 

All the letters remain unsent 
As they remain unwritten 
Words melt to dust 
And settle on the floor 
Quietly, and forgotten. 

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Step on it

Find the thing you love the most
Could it be the touch of a hand 
Or a memory from an old page 
Or your name drawn on sand 

Could it be your mother's voice 
From a time you can't quite remember 
Her kiss on your sweaty forehead 
After a game, one cold December 


Or is it the first time you held hands 
With someone who's still unknown 
And the gentle brush of his fingers 
Across your invisible frown 

Or could it be the last time when 
You saw his dark face in the light 
A kiss that destroyed all kisses 
As he disappeared that night 

Now take that thing you love the most 
And step on it, without a care 
And watch it destroy you piece by piece 
Go on, do it, I dare. 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

When he left

When he left 
He took whatever little poetry was left in her. 

When he left 
He gave her not even the chance to say the final words 

When he left 
She stared at the blank wall and did not cry 

When he left, only she remained. 

Thursday, October 08, 2015

Sleep

Hush, he said. 
You're just a child. 
Lost in this fog 
That's spreading wild. 

Come, he said. 
Let me hide you. 
From deceit, and misery 
And cold so blue. 

Sleep, he said. 
This Earth will know. 
That you need another life 
Where you can grow. 

Saturday, October 03, 2015

Maybe

Maybe. Just maybe I should 
Learn to leave the people I love, alone. 
Then maybe. Just maybe one day 
They'll come looking, when I'm alone. 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Nourishment

You said it was like food. 
The words. The voice. 
The occasional whisper. 
And then, you went on a diet.