Monday, April 30, 2012
Hiding Your Apology
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Special
There is a rain drop
Striking a puddle
Like Muhammad Ali
Because in this state
This state I'm in
My insides
Are torn asunder
By love
My soul is
Tiny little paper scraps
Confetti
Lit on fire
By a pyromaniac
In a trench coat
And all the darkness
Cannot save me
From the bright flame
Of all I've ever lived for
Burning up I am the fire
And as it sparks and fizzles
Eating away at my soul
I feel the darkness
Coming ever closer to me
Consuming me
As if I am a phoenix
From the ashes
Of my old soul
Will grow another
Where I once stood
Someone will rise up
With my banner
Realizing the importance
Of someone like me
Existing =
Someone who survived
Thrived and strived
Through odds
Worse than a million to one
I am the sperm cell
That fought his brothers
And his sisters
To be born into this world
Through a womb
That was not fit
To carry me
I am special
And I have suffered
Like any special child
And I'm not the only one
So please
Special children
Everywhere
Children of the earth
Realize that I am dying
And help me survive
This time I need help
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Temptress in a Towel
A night with very little sleep. I don't know how many of my readers feel about erotica, though I know some people are turned away by it. So I will warn you, this poem is erotic in nature. If erotic poetry and literature makes you uncomfortable, venture no further. Without further ado:
Naked
In front of me
Naked
Nothing covering your skin
But a towel
Slowly separating at the bottom
You walk out
Hair still dripping
Skin still wet
Testing me
Testing my conviction
To not touch you
To not rise from my chair
Swiftly removing your towel
With a finger brush
Like a painter
Changing the entire scene of this living room
Into one of pure passion
Tantalizing bodies writhing together
As if it was the first time
Even though it wasn't
Still I sat in my chair
Held myself back
Just watching you try
To get me to rise
You knew full well
Why I covered my eyes
You are medusa
And I have no shield
Were I to lay with you tonight
Freed of my needs as a man
If only for a moment
My heart would turn to stone
My bones would break
And I would be forever lost
To the temptress in a towel
And nothing more
Saturday, December 17, 2011
The End
Proverbial pen
You have struck again
A voyage unlike any
Seen before it
Yet still there is an emptiness
Something left behind from another era
Where her hair fell upon limp hands
Waiting
As if to be brought back to life
She waited for his hands
His hands waited for her hair
Wishing that something could be felt
She leaned against his shoulder
Wanting to once again feel a sturdiness there
Pulling away
As if to say
That he gave it up once
But would not give it up again
She hurt him
More than either can understand
He hurt her
More than either can understand
So they sat
In silence
Wishing they could go back
To what they were before
But it was over
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Jealousy and a New Life
Maybe my feet would move again
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Bold Truth
Friday, July 22, 2011
Waiting for Rain
Monday, July 4, 2011
To the Girl I Once Knew
Trying so hard to avoid
Little reminders of you
Every thought and every dream
Eat me from inside, out
Like a hole in my stomach
Hydrochloric acid leaking out
Burning paths throughout
My insides as you simply touch
My mind
I want to leave it all behind
Can't we just let this silence end?
Can't we go back to being good friends?
Know that asking be too much
So I just let you touch
Let you use it as your stage
Let the others see the page
Where I made my choice
And held steadfast
When I created the last
True memory I have of you
All the explosives blast
As if a continual timer
Sits inside my heart
Every memory of you giving it a start
So that acids and blood
Come pouring forth again
Wishing that the feeling was true
Built from how much I'm missing you
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Catacombs of my soul
Deeper than anything:
The graveyard of my soul
Buried inside this tomb
Come and go as you please
With every sight you see
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Life is a Boulder
The boulder has no purpose
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Noise Diver
Friday, April 29, 2011
Regurgitation
Thursday, April 7, 2011
This is Not a Love Poem
Avoiding my pen for weeks now
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Failed Faith
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Man Who Tells Time by the Sun
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
One Chance
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Romantic Memory
This was written on January 1st, 2011
December of Two Thousand Eight
Ready to leave my life behind
Not giving in to suicide
Finally giving in to the will to leave
Leave behind everything that haunted me
The friendships that had taunted me
With some semblance of regularity
A life with one single flaw
Creating a beautiful chain reaction
The broken pen's ink staining my shirt
Much as my mother's pen has stained my life
Filled my soul with strife
So that night so long ago
I was standing by your door
Hoping that someone would see
Hoping someone would stop me
From leaving Spokane forever
Nobody saw and nobody heard
Silently folding my shirt
Placing it on your bottom step
My cell phone placed so neatly
The last text I planned to send
Letting everyone know
Spokane would no longer be home
Though message misdelivered
Still you moved
Everyone moved
To stop me
But I didn't see
Because I was blinded
My reason and passion
Stripped from me
The way that you strip my words
Leaving them naked
Because I love you
In a romantic way
I'm not in love with you
But I do love you
You took my soul
Beating it with your ice pick
Cracking it
Putting a small hole in my shell
The frozen heart I had
Paralyzed with fear
Torn apart by the loss of my mother
Was broken to emotion once more
So I have you to thank
Our interaction pushed me far
It is my motivation to write now
The one romantic memory
Turning point in my life
Thank you
I will never forget
December of Two Thousand Eight
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Spunk of a Chipmunk
So filled up with the spunk
That you've given me
Maybe I'll let the world see
Truth inside of my eyes
Instead of adding to the lies
Which others spit
Acting like they give a shit
Maybe I'll choose to care
I know that I'd dare
Myself to smile
After I've run the mile
Pushing my body and mind
Dragging those behind
So we all cross the finish line
Of life
Together hand in hand
Our toes dug into sand
Someday my dream will be
Something for all to see
For now it just sits
For all the literates
To read and wonder
Tearing the words asunder
Finding meaning where even I
Left none intentionally