her

I
saw her again
She was less angelic than I remember
Her
She was human
Flawed
Like me
Reminded me of what used to be
But not of what usually
Her eyes haven't changed a bit
They hold me within
I'm forever trapped and I'm okay
I don't want, I don't need
Rescue
Her hands are different
She doesn't hold
She lets go
I wonder why I never did
Then I remember
Her
She talks the same
She thinks the same
She's so different
She's a foreign country I've seen in photographs
She's that one song I know all the lyrics to but not the name of
She's forever trapped in my head, and it's okay
I've learned to make room, I
Saved her a spot
She doesn't believe in love or in people
Or in people in love
Or in loving people
Or that out of all of the people in love that are out there loving people, that someone loves her
She's not always right
She's flawed
Human
Like me

Old Feelings

I need to escape.

Writing to my lonely self on this lonely page.

My life's a monologue on this empty stage.

Thought I'd found love, but I found hate.

Hate you, almost as much as I hate myself.

nonsensicalogistics

dreams held in an envelope

so volatile
and dangerous

                                faces
that a man kills for
                                faces
that kill men
                                faces

and all for what?

                               dreams




so...

How could I forget?

i remember you now...

as the stranger does the poet

in the musky dim den

spilling ink on parchment

and other skins

your hand feverishly holding
quill

the terrene scent of tobacco permeates the air

a masterpiece

a second hand
coffee table book

i remember you now...

dog eared and frayed at the sides

a good companion in solitude, if there ever was one

I remember you now.

I wish I didn't.

Reflections

I've heard enough noise in my life
I'd rather sit in silence.
Take my time like leaves falling in November.
Everything has the same beginning.
But not the same ending.

breathe

Stress is a precursor
to disease
flowing
through our bodies

like poltergeists in crowded streets.

So I say call the priest,
and exorcise my body,

leave it mangled and crippled

if need be,

as long as mind is allowed to love,
and heart remains the same.

cautiousbutnotso

old tattered hole riddled wings
need but a stitch
a push
shove
in the right direction

but don't prick your finger!

im seeing new things in
an old way
and
i feel like
home is
where the heart is

and my heart
is
with
you.

dont forget
to
lock the
door.

its not safe out there.