Leaves

I am but a leaf,
and amidst a puddle of an ocean.
One that I just cant seem to stay afloat of.
perfectly flawed,
Little holes crawl along
Little veins
Letting (all) the water push through me, and
over me.
The waves threaten to topple me,
engulf me.
I’m not quite the sunken battleship,
because
I’m only half way there.


13/11/2008
17/2/2009

(Just another) Sunday Morning

Chasing the lines of a foggy dew away,
the sun tears the lid off my Sunday morning.
(Coffee is brewing, what a fine start.)
Outside a sweet breeze
compliments cerulean skies,
carefully adorned in cotton candy clouds.
First sip of the day and
it's a sharp hello;
(just one more reminder of life's
little pleasures)
Next comes the smoke in my lungs;
Hold it in. Let it out.
Wait for the buzzing to begin,
just a little something,
for when the day begins.

Just another perfect
Sunday Morning.

2/1/2009

The death of a Season (Tribute)

Trapping twilights glow
between their spindly arms,
the trees lament their fallen sons,
blown to the ground while church bells sound;
One clang
Two clang
Three to six clangs,
the dark is upon us.
Hallowe'en night, gone and past,
Summer fell dead and Winter put it in the grave.
Dead tonight and tomorrow she'll wake,
to die again when clouds break,
like mens eyes.
To shed their liquid glass tears,
to run their course.

Water Works

Outside is a dreary mess,
a canvas dipped in water.
Past the window I glance,
watching raindrops smear down my reflection.
No shadows here, in winters cold embrace.
A pattern drips into my head,
courtesy a thousand patterings upon my roof.
Morning melts into afternoon,
all color and noise muted by the
falling rain,
but still I’ll sit and stare,
to watch the day drip
A
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A
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1/2009

An Introduction of Sorts

From beginning to end,
this book is a life pressed in pages;
a life well lived by a writer who spoke too soon.
A new page is a new day,
one more memory,
and another song to the sound of a heartbeat pounding away.
The muse weeps again, and these are her tears;
The muse sings again and these are her notes;
The muse starts again and this is her end.


December 2008

Flying vs Falling?

Flying versus falling theory,
a line so indistinct
that it has a class of mystique
all to itself.
The net, the drop, what is what,
the stomach-in-mouth feeling clouds
what we are doing.
Are we falling to our demise
or flying to what we know?
we fly, we fall,
but do we really know the difference?
Catch me if you can.


2007

My Surrender

Hidden and uncompromising,
and anchoring a fool,
he is a light to bright to see.
Flitting here and there and
immune to the antics of others.
We all depend on somebody,
sometimes,
somewhere.
Struggling with demons we can’t see,
he plasters on a smile and
it’s all okay again.
Life goes on,
over and over again.
Stop. Rewind. Remind and Replay.
He is the narrator to this aged play.


2008

The Sunset Knows My Silhouette

For, under a willow I sit,
humming and hawing,
until the sun goes down,
day by day,
until the sunset knows my silhouette.

2008

Right vs Wrong

See,
I don't know what’s wrong,
and I don't know what’s right,
But I know my mind could
save me from this plight,
if only your name would leave it be.
Clutched so tightly,
its a wonder I don't see stars a fore my eyes,
your face is a dead ringer for the one in my head,
that just wont go.


November 2008

Down in the Park

Down in the park,
where the mad men grow,
the sun sets between withered branches,
only to welcome in the bruised blue sky
and the man in the moon.
The dark things sing in the dead of night,
giving voice to the vicious shadows that seem to move
when you can't look.

What a Heart Can Take

Sing sweetly,
sing softly;
for my heart cannot take
another bruise.
Tread silently,
tread lightly
on a tender path of dreams.
Speak gently,
speak softly,
to a heart worth talking to.
Love long,
love fiercely,
with the greatest of intentions.

You Are My Past

Oh what do I see
when I lay my head down,
I see me, but only for a bit,
but then you come,
to my greatest delight.
You and me,
it was simply to be
a laugh here
a nuzzle there
oh I can see,
the puzzle coming together.
It’s where your at
that I crave to be,
to see you gaze down at me.

2007

Cold Eyes

At cold eyes I sometimes gaze
between shielded glimpses
of a now silent soul
that once bared all.
To converse is a long lost hope
yet still I wish.
Cloudy tension,
our past thick enough to choke me.
Your eyes have darkened and
your features, distorted,
but still your face I can read.

May 2008

Insomniac

When I can’t sleep, I go to my cave,
that little recessed part in my own mind
saved for my illusions and their stories.
In my little niche, dark hues strangle the light
in an attempt to keep me quiet,
save my fingers dancing on the dust floor,
scratching out rhyme and reason.


2008

Nightly Conversations

The fallen stars weep around you
as we lie upon the shore at the peak of midnight,
while the bruised blue of the sky lends it’s color to your skin,
shadows play games across your face.
The night creaks, settling in for the night
as we have a silent conversation,
the one we always have.
Different time, different topic,
always the same words that are written in the sand
beneath our curled forms.
Through the night we etch our words in the air
with our words as ink, our breath the brush.


2008

Best Friend

She’s a few years older
then she wants to be,
and she’s dressed in her best,
to jump in puddles.
On the way to work
she dances on the pavement
cause she’s got a song in her soul
and she really can’t help it.
She doesn’t do half the things
she wants to do,
but that’s only because
she can’t remember,
she’s too busy trying
to stay upright in the silly shoes
she bought just because.

2008

Say It

Yesterday I couldn’t say it,
tomorrow I will say it,
and today I won’t say it.
Can you understand why?
I try and I try
but the words die on my lips,
like a rose in a vase,
after it’s few days
of beauty.

2008

David

When I hear a slight semblance
of your name, I shake inside,
trying to hold back the ocean in my heart.
There are barricades around my mind
that flare at any memory
that could be roused
at any given moment.
A slight tremor can
be heard in my voice
when you’re the topic
of conversation,
but only I can hear it.
There are few distinct memories of you,
so I snatch at the ones I can,
like sand silently slipping from my grasp.
I can hear your voice sometimes,
quietly guiding my thoughts,
and when I hear it,
I do everything I can
to sweetly suffocate in your voice,
smothering everything in your deep tenor
that hums in every core of my mind.
I’d trade blood and bone
for one last embrace
so that I can finally say goodbye;
and tell you
I love you.

Sweet Muse

Sing, my muse, for you have quieted yourself far too long.
Blank papers lay in your wake,
scattering your thoughts and stilling your tongue.
Into my brain,
your words will seep,
and across the paper,
my pen shall run,
putting words to your smile, your tears
and your furrowed brows.
Oh sweet muse, please whisper your imaginations
into my ear while the sky grows heavy with stars.

2008

Once upon a time?

Your soul had a light,
but time burnt it out.
End of every day,
you peel your smile off
and wash the jealousy from your skin.
Today starts afresh,
get out the glue
fix those cracked eyes,
attach your cheery smile
and spend the day cursing the rest of your life.

2007

Spiralling

When all is wrong,
and everybody is gone,
turn out the lights,
think past the tears,
and think of what is right.
In the light of the sun,
suddenly all your fears
are not the whole of the sum.
Ponder thoughts you never
thought to entertain
like smiling in the rain.

11/25/2007

This, is life, as I see it.

Girl, there is so much I need you to know,
but it seems our connection is limited.
So many thinks to ask,
but right now theres two.
Why was I second to everyone, friend?
Was ten years as foolish as you make it seem?
Does my name cross your mind?
Yours haunts mine.
Didn't you know it was an honest mistake?
Hear me out for a few.
I miss you.

(i s t h i s r e a l l y w h a t i t c o m e s t o ?)

Breathe Again

When you left, I held my breath,
stopping the turning of my world.
I lay in wait, not sleeping nor eating,
'till you returned.
Fruitless it may be,
yet there I stayed,
unblinking and unwavering.
The day I learnt to
never expect your shadow in my doorframe,
cobwebs were lifted from my eyes,
and dust shaken from my hair.
Every day I was told to
breathe again,
yet the sigh lying dormant on my tongue
would not leave,
save a chance meeting with you.

3/14/2008

Tonights the Night

Tonight I'll beat your name
out of my head
with my headphones.
I'll do my best,
but I can only try.
Hopefully the music'll
make me forget
who you are,
but I can
only do so much.
Tonight
will be the night I get your
headache off my mind.

Valentines 2008

Coruscating Vespers

Beside the riverbend lays a simple urn.
An urn with
no decals, no label,
no markings of a history lost.
Look inside and what you see won't shock you;
little gray ashes filled neatly to the brim.
These ashes are
vespers set aflame,
ignited by passion,
yet put aside to burn to nothing.

2/2/2008

Sweetest Dreams

Goodbye sweet dreams,
for, what have you become?
Merely vespers exploding
from the tip of my tongue.
It was enchanting while it lasted.
Although I'm sure
you will return in time,
for now we must sing the
sad song of departure.
Is it fair to say our time
was well spent,
even though by the time your
words drip from my lips,
you will be gone?

2/2/2008

Transition Period

Bitter truth and sweet lies are often confused,

yet I'm sure you are well versed in the language of control.
Oftentimes we blank out the problematic,
and go about our lives,
But the blatant disruption of my presence gives out the signals
that word of my long absence is at an end.
your words have deemed me less then I am
and lies are inevitable,
yet sheep still follow.
Lies might be the trend setter in your day,
but princess, when I was queen,
we actually knew how to rule.

1/31/2008

Soleil

I've got the moon in my blood,
and the sun tangled in my hair;
With diamonds sprinkled across
my eyelashes and ruby glitter
dusting my lips.
With the wind at my back
and the clouds trailing after me
to watch like angels,
towards the meadows yonder I'm headed.
A trip so worthy a gorgeous day,
that the atmosphere is almost resplendent in tone.
Down the path, oh so over-grown,
a trail divides into two to choose from.
To the right we shall find
wood as barren as the night sky in winter.
Across the way and to the left,
a meek trail peeps through the thicket,
only to end in our meadow,
so precious in the light
that gently rains from dear Soleil.

3/4/2008

Danger Ahead

No, I am not numb,
nor am I past the point
of no return.
I am painfully alive,
dancing dangerously close
to the edge that could signal my demise.
My mind is as sharp as ever,
yet sharp fragments of regret
dig deeper at every move,
creating scars
for all to see.

Flaws (Our)

Your perfect,
when I can see your flaws,
and everything about us is wrong,
but we make it right.
Looking at you confirms all that I've
ever dreamt up.
Every glimpse kills me because theres so much
for me to say to you.
I know that its not easy, but remember that
I think your perfect when I see your flaws.

1/16/2008

Perfect Girl

No, shes not a perfect girl,
but shes a girl that has told herself
that shes just right,
in that falling apart kind of way,
that suits her and only her.
She doesnt know who
or what to trust,
but she has faith
that when the time is right,
she'll just know.
When she looks in the mirror,
she knows shes not a beautiful girl,
but she has
the broken eyes
of a gorgeous girl.
But atleast she knows who she is,
right?

10/25/2007

FRAGILE

I stand before you
with broken and bleeding hands,
because punching a wall,
is a far more effective way
to get away from it all.
I'm just a girl, hopelessly in love.
Are hearts allowed to shatter
from such a soft blow?
Where I come from
love is a far off shadow that tantalizes
hearts with just a whisper
of showing itself.
In my hands are fragments
of the girl you used to love,
held by the girl you hate.
So can we compromise?
I'll keep the fragments,
if you'll still love them.

10/21/2007

Moon Legde

Sitting upon the skies
blue-black mantle,
I look down at the world far below,
sighing at the near perfectness of the land;
with stars dotting my head like an invisible crown,
lighting my view of all the eye can see.
On my perilous perch,
I swing my legs
to the tune the stars beat out,
pulsing in the sky.

4/27/2008

Seeking Solace

Seeking solace within my mind,
I hide away whats left of me,
only to return when day breaks.
I seek no sanity,
but a mere hint of comprehension.
Within my sheltered walls I remain,
drinking in what the dark has to offer.

5/7/2008

E V O L U T I O N

There comes a time in everyone’s life,
when everything just shatters,
and it shatters them too.
There also comes a time in everyone’s life,
when everything just shatters,
and their just fine with that.
My resewn wings are testament,
to what has shattered, and what has regrown,
and what will live on.
Caring to the point of where you can’t care anymore,
and loving to the point of where you can’t keep going,
I may be hurting,
but dawn has broken on the horizon of my soul,
and through it all,
I am whole again.

5/10/2008

Mind Silence

Mind silence,
it's what kills the creative flare,
it's what tragedy brings,
and what calamity reaps and sows.
The noiseless hum of a silent mind,
no thoughts, no words to be spoken,
keen again, dying imagination,
and shatter the mind silence,
with a single scream.

10/23/2008

Words and the Like (Or a Sea of C's)

I’ve been lost in these words
for as long as I can remember,
but they never seem to change.
So I’ve taken the chance to write my soul down,
word for word,
as fast as I can scratch my ink,
to stem the river of words flowing forth the mind,
like an ink laden geyser at my fingertips.
In a sea of words and kept afloat by the constant motion of pen on paper, I scrape by.
Sentences turning into tidal waves,
will they take me down?
I wont know ‘til I’m gone,
and even then, the words in my head
wont be the right ones today.
Behind my eyes, the pages flicker
until ink seeps from my skin,
forming the words I could never put together.

9/15/2008

Kill Your Idols

Mild mannered and delicate to the touch,
we are the faces you envy day after day,
beautiful to know, love to hate,
we are the dolls you strive to be.
Pale flesh, bright eyes and impeccable smiles,
we are the pretties, we are the untouchables
and we are the inconceivable notions.
Row upon row,
we sit like the good girls we emulate.
In the window, lives on display,
we sit and wait,
never aging, but remaining perfect.
We are the dolls, and you will never break us,
we are what you strive for and
you
will
never
kill
your idols.

2/22/07

Creation, Imperfection

I sought to give you the best of me,
holding back my flaws,
just so you would love me true.
I wrote them down, one by one
and listed all that’s intact,
and thought,
what’s the point of me,
without these.
So instead,
I’ll give you imperfection
and leave it to your interpretation.

8/1/2008

Times Square WIP

Time Square is such a lonely place,
when your drowning in a sea of faces
that you dont seem to know.
Sitting dead center of it all,
but no one sees the little girl;
But maybe they can't, because
that little girl is infact not so little,
but sitting alone, wishing she was smaller,
So someone would take her home,
because shes lost, even though
home is two streets away.

6/10/2008

In Hiding

In my head,
I will hide,
from you and you,
and everyone in between.
These silent walls keep me safe,
bring me peace, and save the day.
A concrete castle of my own,
to build and break at my will.
Time will test them and time will break them,
but only I am the keeper of the keys.
in front of my eyes,
the concrete knit of brick
shows the bones of fortification,
kept only as strong, as I am today.

10/23/2008

Little Sun

Shine on, shine on,
little sun of mine,
show your warmth from the inside out.
Shine on, shine on,
little sun of mine,
and show the world what we can do,
you and me.
Shine on, shine on,
glorious sun of mine.

10/23/2008

Walking in a Winter Revelation

I went for a walk the twelfth day of the dreary twelfth month,
mind churning and lungs full of smoke.
Fluffy flakes fall from an ink smeared heaven,
and somehow the pretty pure white can affect me so.
In the snowy conditions I could have walked for miles,
in the silence that fueled my calm.
Time drifted by and I reached my first steps,
but this time with a different perspective.
Again I walked, same footsteps as before.
Home I walked, flowing through silence, knowing
That if I could, I'd do it again.

12/12/2008

Two Halves of A Whole

I’m stuck half way;
In between
The person I am,
And who I want to be.
Transition started and
Strings broken,
Where is the line they call me?
Tell me what I’m supposed to do.
Two halves of one whole,
One jagged, one smooth
And they just won’t fit.
Leave me at the roadside;
Weather one side down
Or both.
Maybe they’ll fit then.


1/28/2009