poetry

My feet stood in a shroud of dust,
And my eyes were pensive
In the melancholy sun of an August afternoon.
Nestled in among the pebbles
On the side of the road
A brilliant sapphire,
Dropped from the finger
Of some foreign noble lady,
Lay gleaming amidst the earth and stone.
I flipped it over with a stick
And wondered, as it scurried away,
Whether it would ever know
That I saved its life

The sun burns hot,
the shade sizzles cool.
My thoughts become distraught,
as i begin to mewl.
The incantation of my mind,
has reality twisted
I've found nothing to find,
except fact that fades to fiction,
i yearn for recourse
but i run these woods forlorn
this is life's remorse
my mind to me suborns.

Perfect in their imperfection,

    with plaster they cover the cracks.

"What cracks?"

A smile hides a frown,

    on the outside.

"What angst?"

He works in the city,

    she stays at home, for the children,

    and She works in the city.

"What client?"

She ignores the signs,

    and drives off the cliff.

"What cliff?"

He works late,

    but not at work.

"What woman?"

He weaves a quilt of lies,

    and drapes it over her.

"What time?"

She tells the kids,

    and herself,

    everything is fine.

"What fight?"

Everything is good,

Why yes,
I do see that.
You’re capable
Of putting line
Breaks in your sentences.
No,
I’m sorry.
That does not make
Your bitching
Interesting
To me.

It’s when no words can come
to mind
It’s when the goosebumps
reappear
It’s when the silence is all I
strive for,
Tip-toeing up and down the whispered staircase
Ever so slowly
Ever so delicate
Ever so pure.
It’s when I cannot breathe
so deeply
It’s when my hands begin to
shake
It’s when all I need is to
escape
Hiding in the depths of the dark and empty bathroom,
So cold
So alone
So unperturbed.
It’s times like these that I know I am not
cured
It’s times like these that I miss who we all
used to be

When they take my breath
away
I may wish they never give it
back
But it’s the smiles
and the eyes
and the secret exhilaration
That a heart that’s stopped beating cannot lack
That a heart will never, ever lack.

That red is still red
and blue is still blue.
But sometimes what we see, is what we do.
I thought I knew,
the leaves on the trees were green,
and the smiles on their faces were true.

Tears are hiding behind your feeble eyes
Your heart listens to the steady breathing of wisdom
While the duration of your capabilities seem to weaken
The subtleties of your mind awake to a new subject
As you remain oblivious to the usage of words
Your uncertainty ravels her thoughts
As she questions your complications
Your mind circulates to your true convictions
As they tease your heart with honesty
You wish she could decipher your integrity
So you could escape a hysteria of desperation
But security overwhelms you as droplets secrete from your face

Nightmares are spies
Hidden in the corners of your dreams
Unseen, untouched, unremarkable
Careful observers they are
Noticing what makes you cringe
Scream and tremble in terror
And then. . .
They pounce
Latching on to your weakness
Making you tremble, cringe, and scream
Until you are terrified out of your mind
Then they slink back into the shadows
Those crafty nightmare spies

I breathed in the wispy smell of egg-white Crayola chalk,
smeared in scribbled streaks across the forest-green board.
I silently scrutinized the dead tree carved into a rectangular desk,
chaotically cluttered and stained in a mahogany hue, in an attempt at design.

As the water cascades down the falls in Niagara,
the desk flooded over in a muddle of junk.
A whirlwind of papers formed gigantic mountains,
which I believed no professor could ever sort through.

The detached attitude of the professor,
clearly revealed itself in his upkeep of the space.
I sensed that the spark in his spirit had long been forgotten,
tossed aside like a broken jack-in-the-box.

CRACK! The teapot sitting on his desk,
fell to the ground in an angry protest about its untidy surroundings.
The professor seemed alarmed at its sudden departure,
only then realizing the unworldly nature of the atmosphere he so drudgingly entered each day.

It rolls around in my purse
I have to shuffle through the loose change,
Through my books
My cell phone
My lip gloss
My CD player
My college paperwork—
(Jeesh, how much crud do I have in here?)
To find the goods:
The wad of Green.

I try to smile,
But I know
It’ll be all gone after
My jacked up college tuition sucks it into the void.

But for now…
Shopping spree anyone?

I think about it all the time.
No matter how hard I try,
It just can't erase it from my mind.
It's the reason I start to cry.

Hidden away, so no one can see.
My arm is aching now.
This is a secret I plan to keep.
I'm falling apart and I don't know how.

I want to do it,
To end this pain.
So down I sit,
To take my life in vain.

my stuff gets weirder as time goes on into the night,
with the stars shining bright,
and when the moon if full,
it never gets dull,
because the moon does weird things to ones thoughts.

I gave you it all
Helping you, keeping you safe, teaching you, loving you
But what did you do?
well you just threw it all away
Back then, you said we were an item. An unbreakable bond

I could see it.
You thought I couldn't?
Slowly falling deeper
Drawn by all those "dark" temptations
I tried sweetheart, I TRIED.
Pulling you back up!
My hands raw, torn, soon to be calloused.

I told you the truth,
I told you all along.
But you didn't believe me.
You're being told I'm wrong.

I know what happened.
I know what I said.
You need to know I'm being honest,
Get it through your head!

I want you to trust me,
Like I used to trust you.
I wish this all would end
So we could start over new.

I never should have told you,
Should have just kept my mouth closed.
'Cause now you've heard this rotten lie,
And I feel dirty and falsely exposed.

Dear Me,
That is one ugly top.
The colors make me sick
That shade of yellow makes you
look Jaundiced
Those polka dots are bloated
The seams are ripped on the sleeve
The top must have shrunk in the wash
And
That silhouette is so last year.

For all of love that is good:
NEVER wear that thing AGAIN.

But for now I'll just say you look
Chic
Fabulous
and Cute