Silencing the Innocent

Thoughts can be destruction in its simplest form.

Missing you could be a terminal end.

Slurring my sleep

I'm to the point where sleep is continually seducing me. I feel like I'm in a Michel Gondry film. Where the dream is the reality I wish to stay in.

Somedays I forget to forget

A long goodbye

Are we kissing? Your presence presses upon me,
the way it did when your lips brushed mine.
And I feel your hands pulling at my hair
telling me that I feel alright.

The distance maintains, a whisper of want,
the way it did when you refused to taste me.
You, afraid to be completely naked so I could
enrobe you in my vulnerability.

Blinking eyelashes. They are the beat of breath
Snagged on your three day stubble and blinked
laughingly at the closeness of your nose.
They shelter me from your emotional tide.

Biting at me. Why do you soothe my smile?
It only relaxes the muscles and leaves them
fatigued from lifting the corners of your gaze.
Teeth that mock the nearness we never shared.






How many poems will I write before I erase the memory of you?
How many days without you before you're not in my mind?
How long will I wonder about your future and think about your family?
How long before I don't hear your voice singing with mine?
How many days before we're free of stress and pain?
How long before you and I are friends again?

Originally I wrote the above in prose, well... tried. It naturally fell into rhyme. Go figure.


And contrary to what may be thought my poetry, while inspired today, is not emoted linearly.

Personal sketches

I've been rediscovering past poetry and whoa. :)

Still

You tricked me.
I was somewhere between your thigh and your hands
when you were making inaudible promises.
The distraction of discovering and being discovered
was more than reparte. It was brash, gutsy, and
right. It was us discovering how we fit together.
Or if we fit at all.

My thoughts were innocently
yours to have. But you twisted them
until I could not untangle you from my mind.
Somewhere my breath was inhaling yours.
What else did it have to reassure it that
you were as dependent upon me as I was
on the idea of you.

I might see you in my present past. And
I'll choke on the memory of the morse code
on every taste bud. A reminder
that with a soft gaze and a gentle touch
I was stranded in the eye of your storm.
How long can I remain immovable?
To be raged upon and tossed aside?
Until your sunrise streaks my face
or until I recapture my fragile self.

Goodbye?

The most amazing thing about breaking up with someone is that at the very moment where you are telling them that you can no longer be with them because it hurts too much, you want them to reach out, hold you, cradle you, love you. You want to share your feelings with someone and have them tell you its okay. But, how is it possible when the person who's loving you is killing the joy you have for life.

That sounds exceptionally fatalistic. But, I'm emotionally raw. I want to have the desire to do the right thing. I know what I'm supposed to do. I've done it. Now, I want to feel like it was right.