Feb 28

the legend of ashitaka

this music isn't to be danced to, either
but still, you do
still, everyone does,
this slow melody, remorseful and sad

letting those flats take you,
the pretty chords
interludes from the brass
and shimmery notes from the harp

it's no love song
no, it's of adventure and
unlikely friendship
and heroism and, maybe, losing

it's melancholy. but somehow
there's something keeping you there
writhing with every pizzicato
and solo.

it's memories locked in, the sleeves
of your dress soft echoes of a happier time.
there's no fear in the white puffs,
no tears soaking in.

it's done.
but you aren't.
Feb 27

bad idea!

cover me in petals, why don't you
gasping breaths as vines
they climb and cement me down
burning hands up my sides

you bless me with every look
but every wheeze of mine,
constricted by this green
are you?

eyes half-lidded as you pull away
do i matter to you?
i'm not myself anymore,
but another tree in your garden

it was a bad idea,
bad idea to come here
wasn't it? but it
it doesn't feel like it

black, it's all turning black
the only thing i can feel is you
the only thing i can see is you
cryptic smile as it fades

it all fades.
Feb 26

l'inconnue

closed eyes
soft smile
hair parted
neatly so

who could ever guess
that that face,
one ever seen
hanging in homes in nineteen-hundred

is that of a girl, drowned
washed up on the seine?
demure, knowing
mona lisa-esque

l'inconnue de la seine
unknown girl
known smile
kissed lips

replicated as
art, as
the cpr dummy, as
the most-kissed face of all.
 
Feb 18

to be happy

it's different for everyone.
the joy one gets out of things
out of others.

whether it be
seeing their friends, their pets, anything
it's valid.

if it's writing, getting that draft done
finishing that gift for a loved one
it's valid.

or a quiet happiness.
saging up your room and sleeping
it's valid.

the rain, the snow, the evening sun
wherever you get your happiness from
it's valid.

don't ever let anyone step on your happiness.
 
Feb 16

splendor

splendor, is it
the way you carry yourself,
your half-smile as you roll your eyes at me
for saying something stupid?

splendor, is it
how you're so kind to me,
putting up with my antics,
as dumb as they are?

splendor, is it
promising to spend money,
hard-earned, all
on me?

splendor, no
it is you, entirely and wholely
you.
 
Feb 07

swinging a1 (jazz)

a bass line, constant and there
tease of cymbals
horns, brassy and bold
that is who you are.

not the piano, quiet and alone
you are
the trumpet doing its thing at the end,
climbing up the range.

you are the pounding drums
guiding everything else,
growing louder to fall back
and let others take the lead.

you are the saxophone,
an alluring whisper to the crowd
an introduction to your own
mysteriousness.

you are the entirety.
you are the parts, the images of you
in everyone's head
the seductive head tilt, coy smile.
that's you.

you are the girl
flashing between each instrument
with a master's touch
every once in a while blowing the crowd a kiss.

that's you.
 
Jan 19

01/19/20

Jan 06

thoughts to myself

i've greatly improved, i think
from when or who i was before

i have many people around me, both physically and in spirit
offering support, help while i do the same for others

it's nice, being needed, giving help as needed
i'm just helping people.

that's all there is to it.
Jan 05

poem at 12:18am because i can't sleep

faces by the door
hanging on the coathooks
depending on which company
that dare knock on the mahogany

coats of all colors
set on the backs of chairs
some pockets filled, some pockets not
a few more well-worn the rest combined

shoes in any size
heels scattered about next to boots
sneakers beside some well-loved slippers
socks peeled and fallen beside some, but not all

people, of all
lying, on the floor, to each other, to God
as they forever remain there, in that basement
as she goes to greet another guest

this time, it looks to be a couple girl scouts
a nice change of pace, maybe
a smile on her not-face,
she doesn't open the door all the way.
Jan 03

nieve

the snow, it falls
thick yet thin
sheets upon the ground
a blanket on all

the wind, it howls
whipping yet caressing
all that dare walk
within its limitless bounds

the trees, they weep
branches down yet skyward
snow slicing between
where leaves used to be

as winter drags on
boots leaving white footprints
across the land and sky
no one seems to mind

they'll brush off their car
pull their hats down their ears
shrug on gloves
it's just another season, it will soon give way

the old man ignores the fickle decisons
shaking white dust over all
children play, laugh as the wind hits them
parents, friends, send their children rocketing down hills

it's winter. 

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