The Cellar
needlesandplastic:
Shifting light - reverberations scattering through the cold concrete walls.
In those secretive shadows I lurk - eyes glaring with enamored lust.
A fractured chord lodges in my heart. A spike - a gleaming spark.
Falling in free flow - floating dead - a creature with no home.
Bitten, scoured, ruined - broken in mere hours.
But in the bunker, that cellar - the dark depths turned over.
You never knew you were raising the dead.
I knew you then. I knew you when your gaze interlocked with mine.
I shuddered, tears simmering behind sad blazing eyes.
I fell in love with you that night. RIP . I’ll never forget you.
Spoken in the night
the lies see our smiles
and echo back.
These fictions
they do not cower
and we are subtly pleased.
Let us beckon
the frank untruth
without rebuke.
And ask it
to unravel
A fantasy
We Read The Rest
I see you out there -
in the twisting rush of a setting sun.
You gaze hesitantly towards the world -
awash with frank and flickering beauty.
Dance upon this earthen corpse -
skip your toes though these grasses,
that are brittle - and they break.
Sifting through that silk-screen-sky
that dying light rests,
as if brushed,
upon your cheeks.
And now that melting range of emotion meets a cool and solid dark -
that will not break but for the day.
09/04/2015
I might start posting some of my writings from a few years ago.
It will be interesting to go through all of my old stuff, but it will probably be hard not to cringe at most of it.
Send Message
Where is the emoji option?
Google ‘how to write love heart?’
I send message with ‘<3′
This seems funny…
I also can’t remember how to love
Google it…
I laugh at myself
Shut screen
Pathetic - Don’t cry.
‘Write what you see’ - they said.
But what I see does not please
It is all so empty,
5pm - bench - public park - secluded,
I hear the brushing of leaves,
This cacophony is unwanted
Harassment from the trees,
All around - this calls itself life,
It does not stop
In the friction of time
I watch the leaf drop,
Sun passed, now black
No trace, no return back,
Straining the tethers
I try to write what I see
Constantly trying to forget
what I believe used to be.
Petals
We spilt flowers down the stairs
out the door
and through the shifting years.
Now fragmented
our petals are lost
torn apart
tattered
yet some preserve in the frost
that settled
beyond our gates
in the winter that
is growing calm
cold and flat
grey beyond measure
sullen
silent
matte
and details recede
and petals freeze