Thursday, May 31, 2012

"Somebody I Used to Know"- Gotye

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know."

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Itching to Fly

I am a restless bird, grounded by a broken wing
unable to launch off into the sky.
The wing will be healed in oh, a year,
but the itch to fly keeps scratching,
anxious, a tremble in my feathers.

Whether it be the yellow cabs
of the Big Apple, the steep sidewalks
of the home of the Space Needle,
it takes that step
off the ground and into the clouds,
watching the sun set behind me,
closing a chapter.

Droplets may splatter my beak
or storms swoop me toward
another spot, but nevertheless
I will be gone, pursuing the high
life I have always imagined.

For now I wait. I wait to heal.
I wait to finish my work here.
But after that is done,
it is all sky for me.

An Ode to my Iced Coffee

(I had to add this one in. It just was so fitting.)

On this humid icky day
after dragging myself from my bed,
groggy and sticky, I found myself
drawn to your goodness.

I considered putting you in a mug,
but it didn't seem right.
So over the ice you went,
tumbling and crackling.

Then a dash of York peppermint creme
to top off your deliciousness.
Just a touch, just enough
to turn your color a chilly tan.

When I brought you to my lips,
oh the wonders, oh the dreams.
You were perfect, my companion
to my work desk, my friend.

That swirl of hazelnut fudge
touched off with a taste of mint
and so chilly on this hot day,
You are perfect.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

A second plea to the dream king

Sleep is no longer a quiet trance
It is no more a retreat from reality
Rather he haunts my dreams
Reminds me of the happiness
The love, the pain, waking up
In tears. So dream king
Mighty dream king, why do you
Still let him reign? Why fill
my mind with his love his face
Those lips, that embrace. Why
Pain me with him cheating or
Avoiding or fleeing? I know
Things can never be the same
But please oh king, stop
Stop the haunting and stop
The morning tears down my cheeks.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Lion's Den

"I was born again out of the lion's den, no longer pretending."

Wandering the savanna, the sun beating down,
a little girl lost in her way, her protector
gone, having left her. No shade in sight,
no water to drink, she stumbled and slipped,
a mirage of waterfall glowing in the distance.

But as she tumbled to the shore, realizing hope
had disappeared. Frozen in shock as a lion
pawed at the ground, digging up a dirt cloud.
Looking up, he shook his mighty mane, regal
and majestic in the sunlight, standing still.

Big eyes, pointed teeth, watched the little girl,
unsure. The girl stared back, partly in terror,
partly in faith. The lion, understanding a
silent plea in her eyes, padded over to the girl,
bowing before her tiny frame.

Lowering her eyes, giving a curtsy in welcome,
the girl climbed aboard the lion's broad back,
holding his mane tightly in her fists as they
crossed the savanna, running to the safety
of a quiet cool lion's den.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Superficial

A mask hides the face beneath it
the tears, the pain, the blood.
It's all an act,
actors on a stage.
But eyes do not lie and
I cannot trust my eyes.
They bleed, they give me away,
they cannot lie as easily as my mask.
Eventually they'll be ok,
stop sweating their tears,
but for now, it's all realizing
that the world is superficial,
unable to trust things around me.
It's all a lie, words cannot express
what is real and
what is fake.
Life drags to the hills
to the mountains and to
the river, bringing me where it would
like, not where I'd like to go.
For now, my eyes cry with the
waves of the ocean, dripping salt.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

You Won't Tear Me Down

I should have known, all those months ago
that things were too good to be true
when you looked into these eyes
kissed these lips.

It was a honeymoon, happy and innocent
passionate and sweet, stealing your hat
donning your t shirt, hoodie or jacket
but it was never meant to be.

All those days and nights, I spent a
mountain of tissues, eyes swollen
because you never listened,
always made me the bad guy.

But now that it's over, you'll never
tear me down. I may cry, I may tremble
but I will stand back on my feet
more of a rock than before.

I won't regret anything, that I can be sure
we had our fun, our intimate nights
and I'm more knowledgeable than before
more comfortable with myself.

Yes, I'll cry, yes I'll shake
but this is only the beginning
as I'll give more guys the eye
kiss some more frogs to find my prince.

But this I know,
you won't tear me down.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Drowning

For some, it's easy to drown in the mind.
I won't disagree, but for me,
I'd rather drown in that beat.

It would be a much more merciful death,
be electrified by thousands of notes
each pulsing through my skin,
lighting the wave of rhythm in my chest.

Torture my body, by breaking the bones,
stretch to the limit, I'll love every moment.
I'll scream out loud when that noose
surrounds my muscles.

Run my hands up my legs,
split down the middle onto the ground,
turn and twist until the ceiling spins.

I'll be willing to drown in the music,
lose myself in the dance that is
death and life, wrapped in one.

Ringer

It only takes a ringtone
to get me off my seat,
that little nameplate,
a loved one reaching out to me.

But when no ring comes,
a shadow is cast,
a forgotten voice,
a troubled past.

Lives get busy,
we all understand
it only takes a second
to say hello and how are you.

You may say I'm crazy,
overreacting, what be it,
but it's not so wrong to miss
your voice and all the comfort it brings.

I work so hard
just to be loved
and that's all I want,
is your love.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Court

The scene was set, a gallant ballroom, swirling skirts
but the dancers were not normal dancers for they swirled
and twirled with the magic of The Court.
Their faces hid with gold, silver and mirth,
forest green and cobalt blue, ruby red and dazzling diamonds.
One amongst them was not common, not a normal dancer,
for she, she the Queen, was of the most beautiful.
Envied by the Lords, coverted by the Princes,
wonted by the Dukes, she swirled and twirled,
tiny feet sliding across the floor like no other.
Her hair floated with each smooth step,
her eyes enchanting all those who dared look to her face.
She was no one's, this free spirit,
she declared her life as her own as she danced
to the infectious beat when she wanted to tango
and it was a waltz. Bracelets clanged on her slender wrists.
The Court decided no one could move quite like her,
no one could even compare.

When she set eyes on a young architect,
not a Lord or a Duke or a Prince, but
tall and lean, dark and mysterious,
The Court knew none could compare.
For she had made up her mind, loved him the second
he stepped into the ballroom,
masked in gold and maroon.
Him, timid. Her, bold.
She stepped up to him, reaching out her hand for him to kiss,
as she led him onto the dance floor, to place his hand
on the small of her back, hand in hand,
as they swirled and twirled the most
magnificent dance.

Hush

"Hush little baby, don't you cry, momma's going to buy you a mockingbird and if that mockingbird don't sing..."

That silent mockingbird sitting on my shoulder
Seems so innocent but rather
Deeper depths lie underneath.
It may try and cast away tears and
Rock my little self to sleep but
It is the tear stained pillow that is left behind
When the little mockingbird no longer sings.

Monday, May 14, 2012

a memory remains a tiny spark so let the flames begin

Saturday, May 12, 2012

a near death eperience will make your life flash before your eyes. and people always wondered why ive waited to get my license...
a few minutes alone thinking by the river. the crash of its waters calm as the birds chirp. and i am one alone in this grass absorbing every drop of beauty.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Stunning

Beautiful is so cliche,
it's like "oh that beautiful sky,"
or when a guy who doesn't really care
says "you look beautiful."
Rather, I'd like to be called
Stunning.

Yes,
Stunning.
Not pretty, not beautiful,
I can deal with gorgeous and sexy,
but damn, I am
Stunning.

There is nothing better
than after a nice hot shower,
looking in the mirror and knowing
I look
Stunning.
It's not something you can learn,
it's not something that you can be told,
rather, I know I am
Stunning.

Between the curves of my body,
the brightness of my eyes,
the porcelain skin,
and plush lips, I know I am
Stunning.

It's how I carry myself,
it's how I live my life,
it's the decisions I make,
it is
me.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Pictures

A snapshot in time,
that's so cliche.
No, it's more than that.
It's memory in a frame,
frozen time that will never
return again.
A split second,
more cliches.

Old friends, former friends
ex friends, ex partners,
ex lives.
Life is recorded in those
frames, but not only the past.
The metal inscribed corners
know everything, their curves
bending around the past
connecting it with the present
and the future as the grandfather
clock ticks in the living room.

Ticks, ticks, that dreaded sound
we're all closer to death
as it ticks and ticks some more,
all older, but not necessarily wiser.
it haunts and taunts, its arms
control everything.
Time, ticking, ticks go by.
Life goes by
while the clock ticks.

Monday, May 7, 2012

To the Dream King

Oh Sandman, do you hate me?
do you wish to send these terrors?
Sometimes you are so sweet,
like a cloud filled with honey,
and others, oh Dream King,
what did I do to deserve this?

I didn't ask to predict the future,
or go into the depths of my
subconscious mind or into
my deepest darkest fears.
So why do you send them
to me, only to torture?

You go in waves, like the ocean.
It doesn't matter where I am,
or how I've fallen asleep.
Rather, I think you enjoy
the torture and the pain,
the power to send good
or bad, to wake me up
in shakes, tears, drawing
breathes and trying to get oxygen.

I didn't want this. I didn't ask
to dream in color. I didn't ask
to remember them when I wake.
Sir Dream King, please I plead
give me a rest, let my eyes lay dark.

I'm tired of waking up at 3 a.m.,
wet in the sweats, steaming hot,
tossing, turning, gasping for air.
Send me the rainbows again,
the ponies, the pot of gold.

Just let my eyes sit dark,
just for awhile.

Part of Me

Throw your sticks and stonesThrow your bombs and your blowsBut you're not gonna break my soulThis is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me,no. Now look at me I'm sparkling,a firework, a dancing flame,You won't ever put me out again,I'm glowing.


      -"Part of Me", Katy Perry

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Hoodie

Once in awhile, you see me
shivering
left the apartment
without my coat
again
it's new england.
don't like the weather?
wait five minutes.
it'll change.

You, the gentleman.
offer me your hoodie.
Big and comfy,
somehow this has happened
more than once.
It smells of you.
I can't really describe it
because how do you really
describe a smell?

through the rain,
through the cold,
it serves me well
and i get back safe
and warm, as you
intended.

i don't mean to keep it.
i know you need it,
but this feeling, it's
addicting.
surrounded in you
even without you
at my side.

so know, i don't
mean to be a
thief
but rather a
comfort.

Being in your arms

Envelope of warm
safe like a lock box
tight, a cocoon
heartbeat through my skin
radiating passion
gone are the worries
the shakes, the unsure
wrapped up, a present
forever here.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Starts with a kiss

Just a small kiss.
I know I have to go.
But then your hand touches my jaw
Other hand on the small of my back
Drawing me closer.
I cannot resist as those lips
Drive me mad.
It started with just a kiss.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Big Blue Umbrella (2nd draft)

You first saw her 


walking in the rain
deep blue umbrella 
floating overhead
while the copper tinged 
brown hair whipped 
in her face, black peacoat
adding to the solemn expression, 
pursed
lips. 
But you only noticed her eyes
when she glanced above, 
the brown irises touched 
with green. Skinny
jeans marred by the line 
of pearls,
the chain 
tugging along a globe
filled with heads and names,
colors swirling 
as emotions roared.
She was known as the heartbreaker,
torn at the seams 
every time she let 
herself go.

But you knew she was different,


nothing was as it seemed 
as the fog gathered 
at her ankles, a delicate hand
disappearing under her coat, 
a katana
silver glistening 
as it kissed the chain,
snapping it as the pearls 
tumbled and fell
into the flood of the crashing
 river below.


You watched her leave.