Poetry

I can’t sleep 

I’ve been staying up past my time for days 

10 PM  

10:30 PM

Jumps to 11:30 in the blink of an eye 

To tell you

what fall is

if you didn't know

would be the task of a poet,

and even my best words

wouldn't tell you,

really.

I could tell you what it's like

to look up at the hills

I’m pale,

white as snow-

cold as your eyes. 

Ancient,

eroding,

creaking like a rocking chair,

or an old swing.

Every time I close my eyes 
I hope to open them 
And see you again 
I wish to hear your voice 
For one last time 
Because I know I never will 

Every time I sleep

I'm bound to this 
Frame of mind 
For the time that has passed 
Leaves more and more 
Of a mark on my 
Soul 

Our story is the same as the one before 
The pages have faded with time 
And the words once written so elegantly 
Are smudged and unreadable as the days go by

And the years that passed 

I forced you

Lord Celebrimbor 

to make 16

more rings

of which

were for dwarves 

and men alike

Forgive me

I acted delirous

but forging

them was fun

I 

  Am  

          Going 

I have a plan

I am

I am

I’m running so fast

going nowhere

just going

forever

I won’t stop to catch my breath

I won’t stop for life or death

I’ll keep going

going

going

I know

pitiful laughs and lies

and joys and cries

and love and skies

that are most breathtakingly

blue

I know

the good and sad

the ugly and bad

the boiling mad

If I were 

a bird for an hour,  

what fate 

might await 

me? 

Would I go so high, 

be one with the sky 

or 

would I be slain 

Make sure to remind

yourself that you’re

alive

because

Sometimes

life

moves

so

fast

you

forget

how

to

breathe

Sometimes