blindside

finally
i can welcome change
hard work
determination
recognized
rewarded

collect
broken pieces
of the promising past
putting them together
back on track
again

review
ideas on paper
blueprints
plans for the future
promising promises
progress

oversight
with two new gains
an old one
once full is lost
my heart
empty

truly
the only one
that meant anything
i worked longest
kept closest
extinguished

who am i
without my heart on display
still one with a future
but things change
i can welcome change
finally

forced slumber

all it took
was two small doses
down the hatch
rain striking my window
my eyes shuttered shortly
fighting the remedy
stretching out
giving in
letting it take over

found misplaced
in a foriegn land
at an uknown time
stronger gravity
rain just the same

but i cant remember
as hard as i try
it evades me

the happiness i felt
to no avail
can i place its orgin

but the end
i remember
the shaking
my mind ejecting outward
waking in a sweat
what seemed like minutes
hours had passed
seven after midnight
the rain still striking

i reach down for two more
i seek not the morning hours
i swallow slumber
but i am met
only with darkness
no escape
nothing
i wake again
to the rain
of a new day
cured

grey winter

every word i sent
was ignored
as the glass
refilled
you drove home
buzzed
left me alone
tired excuses
of being too tired
when you should have
been tired with me

juggling trios
with one hand tied
behind your back
refusing
my assistance
striking a chord
with the wrong attitude
on selfish allies
who care not
about you
or your craft

selfless to a degree
but happiness was more
then you and me
burned when you said
my dependence
was tied
solo
but truly
i realized a break
in the rhythm after

i think of the words
i did say
words i didnt
let them get away
now they stay
with me
spark and singe
my heart
my insides
twist my gut
dissolute me

my new anger
pollutes my mind
my lingering love
dishearten my soul
my shining truth
frames my objective
my past
consumes me
my future
remains obscure
i am optimistic
about myself

isles often

i followed the trail (you)
the tall trees, close
leading to the lake
fueled by curiosity (loss)
i looked out
took in the view
scanned over, for it (past)
marked by weeds
orange spraypaint
rough waters (changes)
i jumped in, clothed
swimming quickly
the cold water
veins pumping
blood slowing (reluctant)
as i came near
almost in sight
ears ringing (silence)
tide pulling
i gasp
pushing onward
reaching shore
i bring myself up (redemption)
stumbling centre
rocks and branches
pushed aside
there there there
(my treasure) hidden away
found
mine, once more
once again
(forever, and then)

intricacies

if you follow the veins in my arms
down to my fingers
you can see the forks
wrap around
attached to my being

my heart pumping
outward constantly
stregthening the grip
ensuring flow
keeping me alive

but with
a twist
a sever
a lie
a mistake
it comes undone