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DreamscapeWe met again along the highway, that dreamscape among the trees
An empty little diner where we often shoot the breeze
I speak easy in your presence
Of everything, we talk
Truthful words forming each sentence
As the sun sets after dusk
We wander to the forest
Silent as the standing rust
The age felt in this place
We drift hand in hand
Neither leading or astray
Our minds play tricks and tell us that we've visited before
Deep into the trees we find some open forest floor
We come into the clearing
We settle down in day's last light
Prepare to dream within my dreaming
Eyes gleaming, growing distant
At last you speak again
Whispers of true love pass between your lips like sand
Slipping through my fingers
Everything fades away, I wake
I feel the cold and shiver
I wither in the dark
Reality has you and me so very far apart
CharmerSuffering used to follow me
Inflicted from excess
Overflowing from inside
Carried on my breath
My words used to infect
Seed despair and vast, dark misery
A literary viper, from that pit she bravely lifted me
Brought me back into the light
Extracted all my venom
Returned a kiss for every bite
I might have never known her warmth with my cold blood
She lit a fire in my heart
My veins coursing with new love
Enough time passed between us for my heart to be tamed
She calmed my inner demons and bled out all my shame
If I could speak her name
Confess my feelings to the world
I'd whisper, scream and speak it like a secret to be told
RealPoetry seems to have died
A world so full of restless eyes
No time for flowered words or fancy
Once respected, now called nancies
Glancing at my bitter words
You'll likely leave them all affirmed
I have learned over the years
I have no need for praise from peers
I hold dear what my verse earned
The affection of a dreamlike girl
A flower furled that I watched bloom
She's now come into womanhood
If I could begin again
I wouldn't change
I'd grip my pen
And in the end I'd find this joy
Without her, I'd be so void
A Light in the StormYou found me here, in a sea of letters
So many better and much more worthy
They'd curse me, but only if they knew
They know nothing of the love that I share with you
My distant muse
Infusing me with beauty
Nothing you could do would ever have you lose me
Choose me and I'll do anything I can
Stop bullets with my flesh
Lend an ever helping hand
I'll stand by you unsevered and even ever after
Lovers or dear friends, in the end it doesn't matter
I've been captured by your fire
You've become my driving force
You've become my great desire
Wants and NeedsI'm dying just to hold you
This poem has no veiled meanings
It's just a few honest words
You're the reason for my being
In seeing this, I hope you find some feeling of affection
If this is the case, I hope I can detect it
I've rejected every other chance
Until the day I can have you
"Sorry, I don't dance"
No second glance and in most cases, rarely even firsts
They sometimes ask me why, I say
"You'll never be like her"
Certain of my feelings, I'll wait til my last day
If I cannot have you, living was a waste
Distance and SensationI've done my best at saving face, but I'd lose it just for you
I feel it makes perfect sense
I'm expressionless in truth
Hid from view, my distant love
It makes me feel as if I'm masked
You're my first thought in the morning
At night, always my last
I pass off my solitude as a choice made by some others
Though it's really mine
I signed my heart off to another
Smothered by kilometers that lead into great miles
I'm fighting separation
Crushing urges all the while
Time will tell if I well spent my words and my affection
Lost in love and what will come
I'm content with this sensation
The Beautiful GhostI fell hopelessly in love with the most beautiful of ghosts
She's haunted all my dreams for longer than I know
Now she's gone away
Crossed over with my heart
I'll never numb the pain, fill the hole with a fresh start
I fell apart, I shattered
I traced her violet name
Forever in my flesh
An ever hurtful stain
She's part of my vast shame
The source of my rare smile
I tell myself she hasn't gone
I slip into denial
I hope it's just a trial
A test of my thin faith
Without her in my life, I know I'll fade away
ConsequencesAs I read, my heart began to race. My hands began to tremble. My mind climbed into my pocket and occupied the same space as my knife.
Time to end a life.
I laughed all to myself.
A sick sort of excitement.
The incitement he did spell.
Such poorly chosen letters.
Insults to my honor, family. I thought that he'd know better.
Whether tomorrow or ten years.
He will taste sweet consequence.
I'll make him know true fear.
He'll hear all his blood rushing. Slipping through the breach.
I'll make a new incision for every ill word he did speak.
Three Hundred FathomsThis black ocean inside me, churning endlessly like the sea of some dark fantasy world. Hurling, throwing me against the rocks. I break and scatter upon the shore. The waves come to reclaim me... I'm taken back and lost in waves. I accumulate, only to be as badly broken. This black ocean. The space inside my head. Eternal deadly storms and no guiding light ahead. I no longer dread treading this water... I've been broken too many times against the rocks.
I've become abysmal.
I reside threehundred fathoms below in thoughts.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Breath for BreathSolid oaks, standing silent sentry
Even once they're dead, they guard on through the centuries
Gentle breeze, or gale force winds
Silent they remain, save for howling with their limbs
Trimmed, broken and cut down
They do not resist, they fall without a sound
Ground down, turned into sheets of paper
Now they have a voice, though words aren't in their nature
I make sure to show some due respect
Marking bitter ulogies on recycled sheets of flesh
But best intentions are empty after death
Long past are the days of trading breath for breath
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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