Category: poem

where have you been running
under cascading waterfalls
the time you’ve been wasting
could have been better spent
falling short of desperation
just take these broken lips
their yours to hide

look upon these old eyes
the truths they hold back
are not always mine
freeing up my hollow soul
takes more women than wine
just take these broken lips
their yours to hide

memories of past lives
creeping up to deliver me
like old regrets of misery
rough hands on my skin
scratching to get back in
just take these broken lips
their yours to hide

these broken lips
these broken lips
their yours
not mine

frozen in the past
much more relief in the cold
left holding old operations
stand aside when you feel bold
the scratches on your knees
signs of actions before
searching through the trees
if you let up now
what else will there be
left for us to believe
the harmony you follow
might finally lead us
back to the final retreat
so sick of searching
while all the others
are sick and diseased
so far away from it all
nowhere near the start
if this is it
can we be released
no tragedy to befall
discouraged by it all
the seldom time we get
to see our eyes reflect
the final light inside

there’s the hope
that you changed
but then again
i liked how you were
but maybe for the better
that it’s different
you’re different now
a new look
with the same eyes
behind them it remains
whatever truth in you
that and the impression
you left behind
the lessons learned
from one another
or from second hand
though i wished you leered
towards my verses
not the choirs hymns
choices i have no control over
nor would i ever seek it
i was a passenger
who overstayed their welcome
ignorant to the knowledge
that beauty can do ugly things
solitude does harm to idle minds
love can only heal minor wounds
prominence is hidden
under your fingertips
to scath uncertainty
masking futures
with the fear that follows
i forgive you now
but your reason escapes me
now and for what feels like
the rest of the ride

i don’t recall
a quiet evening
sitting by the window
looking out onto the street
as snow gently fell
collecting on parked cars
garbage cans
turned over recycling bins
with you
attached to my arm
a coffee in your free hand
a red sweater that smelt of smoke
with the flicker
of a small candle by the sill
the only light in the dark den
our breath held
to listen to the ambience
of the ongoing storm
when the phone rang
to take us apart
to break you
into tears
leaving through the side door
running down the street
the storm gathering intensity
as the candle disappated
before being exhumed
while my eyes followed you
until you were lost in the blizzard
for good
if i recall

consistently cut up from below
recognizing old scars as clean
i’ll be new in a year’s time
whatever transformations wait
by the rolling tide’s recede
whatever i’ve been perceiving
is altered in fine form
bring it under the tinted glass
your privacy is unbeknownst to me
marks from lipstick on coffee cups
like late news to the ill
a harsh reminder of hindsight
left to waste in mind
falling unto deaf ears
with hands clasped at their sides
ponder questions of legitimacy
when there’s time left over
forgetting the afternoon’s addendum
curating imagery to be lost
do you fear solemn souls
looking into covered windows
shaking locked doors
hiding worthless materials
to be misplaced during moves
of sunsets and full moons
amongst hallowed love
my face in mirrors
to age in your presence