Category: poem

poem

for the better part

i become what i never once was,
a fake face that walks among you.
it was such a great faux pas,
always facing in your view.
laugh at me now,
its what i want and need.
gain me the attention of crowds,
it helps this facade feed.
but the soul inside,
its void.
it hasn’t died,
it wishes to be enjoyed

passage

i have no idea when it will happen.
when images of fall, rivers and broken parts.
leave me.

i figure ill be better off not thinking about it.
past is past; depending on futures and presents.
like now.

i can make this move my way.
but pushing it west, north or south.
fails me.

i think it will come to me in a dream.
forthcoming lives, trains and twentys.
im there.

objects of mass attract

i forgot to tell you,
the world doesn’t revolve around me anymore.

but why bother too,
the lack of rotations made it easy for you to ignore.

i’ve fallen back,
it’s my time to watch you head for the lead.

a brilliant attack,
its more than enough to help you succeed.

but i look back,
you had no desire to run ahead a few days past.

you never wanted a plaque,
to hang on the wall and show the difficulties you surpassed.

a simple gesture,
that’s all you ever wanted from everyone and me.

but i guess it’s a pester,
trying to hold up to a standard of a notable degree.

but watching you fall,
it breaks more than the walls of your insides.

it’s easy for me to recall,
all debris eventually goes with the tides.

as you get pushed back to me,
the world creaks and bends-ready to spin.

winter voyage

you sit yourself down, so slowly.
put your hands in your pockets, mittens intact.
put your head up and asked, “ready?”

the cold winds will keep us close.
my hands shake, gripping your hands.
my teeth chatter, to your teeth chattering.

the moon shines on the snow.
we move forward, for shelter.
we move forward, for slumber.

icicles stick to chain link fences.
we stop.
we kiss.

for a moment – all goes silent.

but the wind pushes us home.