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Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
UnbridledLet's dance, you and I.
Hello rambling psyche,
grab my hands and
lead me in a jitterbug waltz
across my floor.
You've got two right feet
to match my lefts,
and our laughter hits
with the downbeat of the toms.
We sing flats and sharps,
perfect at being imperfect.
My hair's a mess and
you're not really there,
but I've got enough spirit
to be my own partner,
and anyone watching from the window
MeltI prayed for rain because
once you told me
that it was your favorite thing.
The sound of it,
the way it smelled on the concrete cracked,
how it felt on your skin
if you were to step outside and
let it soak into your tired shirt.
I told you that I liked the snow,
and for me it was because
nothing was more symbolic
for how cold I am when compared to you,
how rain fights with itself when it
races down the window,
but snow is distant, aloof,
And if I shared that thought with you,
I know you'd tell me that
I'm just the clear sky, a blessing,
because you love me in ways
that I want to love you...
So you call me fair now but
give it time and I know that
you will cloud, and grow to
hate the snowfall, while I
begin to wish I could melt for you.
De-toxI told you once that
I liked my men like I liked my tea,
hot and nude,
and all you could do was
raise your eyebrows and
hope that I was thinking about you.
I had to force down the peppermint tea
and try not to think about that moment
as it both froze and scalded me--
throat, lips, and heart.
Like the you,
like the dry toast my sister made,
the mint was supposed to help me
settle and be well, but couldn't.
Four days of vomiting,
like my body rejected the idea
of being alone just as much as
my mind did.
Hundreds of hours of
and I still couldn't force you out of my system.
And when it was over,
tearing you from my being left me
a lucky thirteen pounds lighter,
unable to walk without support but
already racing in my mind.
My pulse still runs when I think of you,
but only because I'm afraid that
if I see you somewhere
I'll remember the taste of
dry toast and peppermint.
A Poem By Any Other Name...Love is elusive, it seems,
but not for the two of you.
All the faces you make at each other,
like he was a mirror and you the image,
or maybe it's the other way around?
It doesn't really matter,
because you both see the same in each other.
I thought I had that gift,
but I found out so quickly
that the full length in what I thought
was the dressing room of my future
was really just a fun house
and the only one who thought
the image was clear
Romance was like poetry for me,
when I choose the title before I write the verse,
and am disappointed when it no longer fits.
This was supposed to be about perfect pictures,
how I envy them when I shouldn't
and I write about reflections,
how I couldn't tell when they were distorted.
So much like you and me.
SeparateYou are on the opposite side
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
HopeA bird broke its wing
on a window so clear
that it could've been made
out of pieces of sky.
Despite the sun in her eyes
and the fire in her shoulder
she sang because
she was that much closer
to the wind.
sea of papyrus!
Your inky ships cast on
pale waves flowing.
Little men stumbling
on the glossy decks,
debating fate and
because who is God
but an author?
FluxI remember when time moved slow,
like every second was two minutes late.
You'd blink and swear you were asleep,
but sleeping's a thing that lasted years.
I was five when I thought minutes were hours,
and months were just too long to bear.
Years moved by like shallow water in the winter.
Now it's a car on a hill with
the breaks disconnected,
and all I've got is
a steering wheel.
La Verite du CoeurSearing kisses as fiery just
Burning hunger feeding lust
As our eyes locked ablaze to meet,
Heaven fell before our feet
Seraphs binge in jealousy
Of half the paradigm you are to me
Forever denotes a lie of such
As I have spent thrice as much
In the arms that broke forth the sorrow
In the warmth that kissed away tomorrow
Nuzzle in sweet scents of violets
Sensations rippled by the touch of your breath
Awakening the frenzy best left sleeping
Fledge my heart to its ineffable throbbing
The token of all I am to treasure
Is where the fair lotus grows avec mon Coeur
You; My equivalent to life in alacrity
To living, to dreaming, and breathing faithfully.
Broken Wings of TrustIn the brightest hour of a hailstorm
A dove of fair translucent form
Speared through ashes melancholy
In melodious sways to my serenity
It surrendered before these hands' caress
To shine in days of eternal darkness
Take no more flight to the seven seas
For extinguished is the devil's legacy
In a garden of misers it lies comfortably cold
Burdened with the obscurity power holds
By prime was an animal shallow and pure
Shall it be silenced to a slave or rise allured?
These hands fumbled for all it lusts
The drowning dove sank with it to dust
my concrete truth, its blinded illusion
and fragile trust, in drought for perfection
To the searing dove, my sincerest of apologies
If my back is bear of all signs of hospitality
to the jagged razors I have dented
as the fiend stabbed souls to a perfect red
Learn to crawl, oh flightless beast
To our transgress you slither with ease
Tame the brute in piercing wires
Bleed it dry to our content desires
The last any will witness it spread broken wings
Mirrorsof fruitless past and new beginnings
are of more worth than songs you sing
in the heat of nights, warmth of belonging
with the rapacious hell that love brings
the reality you see and its playful arts
...but not me, not while these walls part
this world bids only to break your heart
still waters in between knew from the start
only to vanish the moment you did, too
world on a platter, on my palms they grew
the arches of my life without you
days without fear yet embraced by blues
to a suburban man whose mirror reflects
of a thousand wishes with a world right next
they're worth to treasure unlike the context
of a little less lonely nights and alot more.......sense
to be lost in your eyes, found by your smile
but none comes close, not by a mile
to be lost in myself as I succumb your vile
outside in, the taste lingers deathwhile
my heart is dead still your name it seems
my heart is dead still voicing screams
exacting the frequency of broken dreams
the absence of faith as told in hymns
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.
I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.
I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing is analyzed to death.
It will make them stop to think.
I want to write something real.
But don't we all, I suppose?
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sink
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
AbsintheAbsinthe-soaked eyes cheat despair
in drowsy green tides of vertigo
men have sought rare divinities fair
such, I discovered in the only shape I know
smoking fountains I shall gulp by storm
'til shadows kiss the bitter clouds gone
In such strong spirits, you take eternal form
translucent timeless untouched by the sun
Let my straying arms shape your waist
disrobing you of inanimateness
to those lascivious lips, allow me a taste
to smooth away our hearts' distress
alive as my fingers trace your flesh
streaming ecstasy in your gracile frame
free from the sober mortal mesh
Life replies intimately to your name
a finer mentor than the blood I shed
a vow to express what can't be sweetly said
I love you, my sweet, seek not why
an unpassioned beauty is life if we part
Absinthe-shut eyes shan't weave lies
but translate the prose of my heart
little grains of sandin the grand scheme of things, we are insignificant.
we will not move worlds with our love;
we will not shift boulders or shatter mountains or create vistas.
we will not drain oceans or birth giants
or solve the land-locked islands' fear
we will not break monsters (nor create them)
we will not smooth sandscapes or fly cloudless into the shot-through-pastel morning sky.
we will not build towers as far as the eye can see,
endless and worthless and beautiful as the sun.
we will not learn the meaning of the the universe
or particle physics
at least, we will not do these things for anyone but
Northern LightsHe left us this way...
his fate has settled in gray
The pain is a restless souvenir
one that I'm sure to keep
mirroring my hopeless, tired fears
please...take me in my sleep
Push me off the edge again
where the water's colder than our tears
I'll cling to memories that remain
tireless reruns below the atmosphere
I saw who you wanted to be..
wonder what could've been so far..
worry if you still remember me..
wonder if you got to be that star...
I'm waiting for skies to fall on me
my pincushion of a heart subsides
hoping that maybe...just maybe
you'd come back as planets collide
Maybe you'd stay beside me for awhile
northern lights shine on skies ever blue
I wait thrice a day..every week..and all my life
where I fell off reach, screaming "I miss you"
Why do I weep of beautiful departure
and play innocent of life's structure?
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheat
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
A Cold RenewalMake me pure,
like today's unmarked snow.
Windows are glowing with warmth,
soft amber lighting that casts itself in
stained glass fragments across these
I want release to color me
in that same way,
relief washing me out and
re-painting me in golden tones
that only letting go could understand.
I unclench my tired hands and
trade bitter sighs for peace.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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