Choose Your Friends WiselyYour past should be a friend,but keep your distancelest you make an enemyof your future.
HonestyI'm not with youBecause I want to live with you.I just can't live without you.
Beautiful ScarsWhen I kissed your scars,I told you:'where once you felt painnow you'll feel love.'And I didn't meanyour skin.
The Path of LifeI like walking on paths lainwith jagged stones forno one hasdulled their sharp edges......yet.
Biscuit ElegyI stand here in my empty housestaring at a pack of biscuits I wantto hide away because I know Iam too depressed to goto the corner shop to fetch me more.I remember when you leftI used to find some foodstored in whimsical places underthe excuse of keeping things tidy.I always liked your sense of humour....When you are lonelyfor long enough you cometo understand the simple truthsof life.You want someoneto hide the biscuitstogether with your sadness.
Lune 05.01I asked you -Do you dream of stars?'I am one'.
For the Loss of a FriendMy mother is all too strong,For she has buried friends,And lost far too much.Still I haven't seen her cry,Never,Not until today.She is just that strong.We listened to the doctor talk,and talk and talk,then he said:"Cancer".And it is strange,how something that isn't even human,can make you feel so human.My mother struggled,Wondered what to do.But I couldn't bring myself,To bare the pain of two.As I walked down the corridor,For the first time I understood,What it meant,To take the life,Of something that you love.“Please, get it over with.”
Haiku 16.02It is fine to loveor loath someone; don't get caughtsomewhere in-between.
I am II am kindfor I bear too much hate.I am strongfor I have been too weak.I am sanebecause my dreams are crazy.I am wise,for I know I am foolish.I am warmbecause I've been cold too long.I am calm,for I know when to lose my nerve.I am me,because I couldn't be no one else.
Lullaby ByeTwinkle twinkle falling starOh, I wonder if you areHe who called with steady voiceOffering me one simple choiceShall I stay or better leave?Contemplatively I breatheNow to bed I close my eyesThink of you across the skiesI forgive you, now you knowMy chosen path is that I goOne breath. Two breath. Three breath. FourEternal sleep, forevermoreTwinkle twinkle trusted friendTake me there, to where it endsShining down your soft, white lightIt calms me now and dulls my frightDown below in bed I lieWith comforted heart I say goodbye
love poem from a pillar of saltthe words 'i love you'have always tasted like forbidden fruitan apple offered by a helpful serpent-sweet and fleeting butthe words 'i loved you'just taste offinality.i always thought that leaving you would be like leaving gomorrahthat i couldn't help looking backand when i did i'd feel an ocean dry itself beneath my skinbut this is so much quieterand so much worse.my knuckles taste of blood,not salt.there is no new testament herejust old testament firejust lot's wife standing on a forgotten hillrocksalt freezing her outstretched handswatching her hometown burn below her.there is no forgiveness herejust mutual lonelinessjust a lost religion and a broken girlfar too tired to play pretendwatching you fall apart behind me.
honey-filled heartshe asked her if she loved himand she looked at that golden boywith a bumblebee smile and sad veinslike good champagne leaking onto the starsonly a million words were left unsaid.
Everything You BorrowedOn Sunday afternoon,after exiting the church,you plucked the sun from the skyand hid it in your palmsso that when I held your handsthey would no longer be cold.When Monday night arrivedyou snatched every single starand used my tears to makea necklace.Tuesday's empty dawn shonethrough the cracks of the door--you stole the promise of whatcould never beand draped it around my shoulders.After Wednesday's twilight passed,you grabbed the cloudsand wove a tapestry of liesthat I hung on the wallsof my prison.Thursday crept through uson silent tiptoes,waiting for us to take notice--instead, we merely waitedfor midnight to come.The dusk of Friday wanedwhile you stripped it of its sorrowsand sewed them into my skin.When Saturday cameyou tried to steal the moon;I watched as you stood on your tombstoneand stretched to reach it.You fell, then--fell, broke your neck,and landed six feet under.I couldn't cry afterwards,for you had taken my agonyand washed it out to
StaticI can never leave.Go on ahead.Tell me what you see.No lights, no air, no care.All the reasons now escape me.Insidious, enveloping.Purposeless pain, decayed and failing.My senses are abandoned now.There is a dull ache in my head.It does not speak, only mumbles.Loud and inaudible.It gives no orders, just leaves me stagnant.Stagnant and static.
Ages AgoIt seemed ages agoWhen the cold did not biteWhen the trees did not sleep so soundlyAnd the ground was stable beneath our feet.When we knew what to expect behind every cornerAnd we were awareOfWhat waited to jump out.It seemed forever agoWhen hope came wandering roundWhen she peered insideAnd shed her lightEven warmed our hearts.The sun visited tooAnd shone so brightShe guided us allTo the warmer side.It seemed ages agoWhen we shut our doorTo hopeAndEvenThe sun.It was ages agoWhen a child's laugh could be heardNot muffled by worry and concernIt was ages agoWhen smiles came knockingAnd invited in with careNow,The child laughsBut we don't hearAnd the smile knocksYet must force his way in.YetItSeemedJust yesterdayWhen you knocked on the door.Just yesterdayYou patiently waitedUntil you were let in.It seemed like the cold couldn't biteAnd the trees you ignored.It appeared you could hear the laughterAnd you could sense the smiles.NowThe ground do
Water SignsThen water, you and I,Scorpio and Cancer, respectively,yours the calm fathomed passion of lakemine a spring fed, fast-tumbling brookYou taught me to swim in your deepwith caressing breast and leg strokeI flashed my silver moon flair, leapt,like a fish, into dizzying ozone airmatched my fall-freedrowning-dive to your quiver.Oh the silky innuendo,shimmered laughter and sparkling jive -though you wanted more of wet and more wet,I, the tiptoe through shallowfearful I could get lured, hookedby such a catch-and-release kind of man.
stars only die from drug overdoses.there's a boy i knowwho used to swallow coinslike hard candy;tree sapstuck to his chinfrom my own hands,Septemberlucid in our lungsand the roada blur from our sadistic words.he doesn't believe in hellandneither do i.but i believe in the stars and i want to know what happens to themwhen they die.
how to become a writerhave parents that separatewhen you’re in high school;a father filled with unused angerand a mother too busy to care.pretend it doesn’t hurt.let your friends treat you like dirt; after all,everything is your fault.listen to their problems with a fake smileall the while crying out becauseeverything hurts and no one can see.press a knife to your skin,but be too cowardly todraw your own blood.fall in love with peoplewho could never notice you,because you’re just. not. good. enough.chew on the multicoloredstrands of your hair. (you can’t stop running from who you really are.)carry around a notebookand scrawl eve
Dishwasherafternoon light flickersthrough the curtainslike a mothher fingers brushthe lined edgeof a plateas the sink fillswith waterthe sound of paper, displacedshifts behind hershe countsthe careful stepsthe cat takesacross the tableoutside the rosestrace their shadowsacross the lawn
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.sweetheart, let's head out. let'sdrink up the desert asphalt and that last bottleof johnny walker blue--one last toast to the copper sunsets,to the good earth. a pair oftailgate stargazers, you and i:roaming curves across the glove compartment map, untilevery foldline is worn flannel-softand it'd rather stay openthan closed.let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget the numbersand pick up terra cotta dust--breathe in the mojave. let's pretendthat the world's already endedand it's just us.let's leave the door unlockedand gowest.
Our DutyWe swallowed the path homeBecause we were hungry,Though starving is an ongoingStory, an empty bagDancing in the streets,Full of an unfastened voiceWalking through the house,Wind unchained, heart admonished.Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,That sleeping boat content to followThe vacant waves, intervalsOf dying that we dare not interrupt,And we watch the kind ear shrinkingFrom our charcoal docks; heavenWith a full stomach crawls away.This is what we were put here for.
supernovae"Wouldn't it be great if we could watch a star explode?"It was just like her to say that. The violence of another world's ending was, to her, poetic. If our own sun exploded, I think she'd open up her arms to embrace it."I don't know that I'd want to be that close," I said."That's the cool part. You wouldn't have to be." But she still didn't think we were close enough.That was how we always ended up like this, sitting in a car, driving to nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the tires on the highway and the company of the stars above us. She couldn't sit still long enough to color in the details, so we never did. We just kept driving.She leaned back in the passenger seat and kicked her feet up, staring at the ceiling of the car as if it wasn't there."When stars exploded a long time ago, they painted pictures of them and wondered if the gods were looking down on them. What do you think we'll do when we get to see one?""Take a picture."She shot an expression at me that I
Clayeffervescent acrosssummer sunsets,his bodyis the canvas wheremy handscreate landmarks.
IceWhen the glacier slides, I'm the one. . . lost. Wondering where the right path is, with doubt biting. Frozen memories, icy distances. When the world grows colder, I'm the one. . . cracked. Standing on my own, with the past craving for me. Stolen, missing. When the snow falls, I'm the one. . . drifting. Trying my best, to make sense of it all. Wandering, wondering.When the hail storms, I'm the one. . . walking. Holding my guard, locking my heart. Smiling, pretending.
Could I Send You The StarsCan I send you the stars?A million twinkling letttersWaiting above your head each night to be readIn gentle melody like midnight lullabiesFor the girl I dearly wish could hear them.Can I borrow your moon?I know without it your nights may feel emptyBut I envy its lovely radiance shiningUpon those two eyesI wish I could see wish I could gaze intoSo instead could I borrow your Moon?And gaze into it hoping I'll find the lovelinessOf your eyes there instead.Could I steal your Sun?And pocket it's millionsAnd millions of memoriesOf lightly caressing you with its raysKnowing the feel of every beautifully delicatePart of you for every day of every year..Could I lease your dreams?And reside there with youUnderneath our stars' gentle lullabiesAnd beneath the Moon's loving gazeAway from the Sun's prying raysWith you...Since you're all I really need.So could I send you the starsAnd hope they'll send my love too?
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung wordsTogether on row upon row againOf blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,To point with honesty failed verse of thine.No real poet discards upper case words;Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.You seek to free verse of those stern letters,Sever away bleak capital fetters,But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,To make our dull words sound great all the time,Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,Heralding a poet’s summer prime.Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,The subject not gilded in raiment fine;Your bold ink font, crystal waters divineTastes bitter to the ton
I wanted to grow old with youI wanted to grow old with you:turn grey and fade away, subdued.To walk with you through all the yearsand face, as one, our darkest fears.We'd burn too brightly for this Earthand share in sorrow and in mirth;to each the other's soul would bareand twice the love, at once, declare.For each would know the other's mindand there a perfect solace find;we would be two, though as one known –discrete though merged & mingled grown.I wanted to grow old, it's true:turn grey and fade to dust with you.
The Beauty of a WomanThe beauty of a womanIs like the lotus -Most of it is hidden from the eye.