To my lover, that she might escapeI've held you here, close in-betweenmy knuckles, so bruised with mutemutiny, they beat at the thighs and the ribs of mewe can pretend that we're lovers, notdrowning together to gatherlove scraped from under nailsor concrete halls, frompainted walls beneathhigh-way-gray ships of the sea,that are skies that are meant to beburning with passion and puritybut wreck the horizon with infantile agonyand sails to the endless, oh, anywhere at allI'm sorry, this placewill get the best of us yet
Beach Poemthe sunthe silver crowsmy hearta pair of ragged clawsthe wavesthe dunesdesire
On forgettingThe worst part isthe books that are unwritten as you speakthe letters writhe themselves off paperfly off like carrion birds,drown themselves in inkwellsAnd our conversations fadeinto meaningless noisethe syllables force themselvesdown your throatand mineand have no longer been spokenstaticI am forcing your bodyinto air, a ghostseen in some crowd
A meditationi will reachlike a breatha body
Letter to a former loverI wrote you lettersof these hollow woods,perhaps your tongue was tiedor planing out your teeth with supple motionlicking forth a better smilea brighter future, at leastyou never answered or gave wordthat you had seen the fog ridingfrom beneath the trees on grey stallionsor that the woods themselves wereleaning out and giving way andturning grey, mist breedinghollow spines on brittle branches.
On farewellsIt is not that your handsare not here to be held, but thatthey are pointing over hills I cannot crossto seas that are salt with excitementjust asthe trees do not grieve the passing of the leaves,except that they are over the horizon.
What do you believe in?Do you believe in God .I do. If you dont believe in God believe in yourself and love. Love can heal many wounds. Do you believe in hell. To me it is a state of mind but evil does exist . Do you believe in heaven. I do. We all shine on like the beautiful stars . The question is what did you do with your life?Did you make a difference to someone. Money cant buy love but love can move mountains. Do you have faith in anything. Have faith in the power within your heart. Do you have hope? Hope for peace. Hope for a better world. I am a dreamer but I am unique. Think life is short friends . I i will live it each moment every second with awe and love. Love is the most powerful weapon use it with wisdom. Love with a honest heart and courage. Peace brothers and sisters. We are all a human family.
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the starsand I think, maybe they don't shine for us.Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,I'm important and I can do good."Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,just the way we use them to search for our home across the oceanand for a new worldand for something other than dead sea.Maybe they're afraid of burning outjust like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendshipsand maybe they think they're not good enoughthat they could have been better,that they could have been a sun or a planetbut they missed their opportunity.I wonder if the stars live in cliques,or if those constellations are their family members,and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parentsor run away from homeor write about it?I bet the stars live like us,but what would I know?I'm just a dead girl from the grave,and I haven't seen a star in decades.
I Tried, DammitYou werethe right piecefor an old puzzleand I broke youtrying to fit youin a new one.My knuckles are bleedingand I'm screamingat the top of mybattered lungsbut you're hemophobicand too deaf to hear me.
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.I didn’t notice all of the bottlesThat littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.I didn’t think it odd for a momentBecause the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.I haven’t seen you actually happyAnd it kills me.I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquorHiding behind it.You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadowThe darkness sticks to youIt slowly made its way from your shoesTo your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.A hollow shell.Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.You broke all of your bonesAnd couldn’t make it back home.You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.To see that things get better,So you neverTried.The things that I never paid attention to when I was smallIs allThat I can see now.And I feel so horribleBecau
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.He plagues the minds of the broken.We who are torn in twoThat is who he plunges his fangs into.
Is This Love?Okay,I think I finally found out what love is.Is it when,The sight of her,Turns your heart,To her element.If so, iron man you got some competition,Because I’m in the position to fly,No suit needed.When she isn’t around my heart is bleeding.I just, want her and only her.We can fight til morning,But please don’t leave,If you do, at least,Punch a hole,Through my soul,So in my next life,I will still have your imprint,But while we are still living this one,I want you close, no space for an indent.We can have fun together,Whether or not the weather is kind.The harsh sun couldn’t burnThe galaxies I seen in your eyes.It’s hard to define this I know,But do you remember your first sightOut of the womb, me either.But I’m sure it was a beautiful creation,Just like when I seen you.So all I ask, is if this is love,And you feel the same for me,Let’s commence this operation,In hopes to get married someday,And dance to the Beatl
beloved/be loveddo not let someone else be your sunor moonfill your universe up with stars andclouds and planets andasteroid beltslet others be within yourfavorite constellationlet them shine their brightestgleam for all that they areand all that they can benotice their twinklenotice themif they dim down andexplode in a supernovado not let them be a black holedo not let other people'sdarkness consume yoube your own sunand moonbecause the first thing you see every morningis your own skinand you deserve to be the center of your own universe.
.with blood in her eyes andtears in her hands, withdirt on her knees andscars on her neck,she'll hold in-security nearto her heartand slow-ly fallalseep.
Just SmileJust SmileThe rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scornSometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.But like my dearest friends taught me, just smileSmile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.So make your life, and your body feel much better bySmiling.
poemI wish you were easyeasy to forgetor to lend a handI wish your eyes had not pierced me(like x-rays)like x-rays, yes, and tumorousis what this love is, draining mecancerously into poetry