Has anyone ever thought
What if we were gone?
Has anyone ever noticed
That what we become
Is our only shadow
To the future?
Feelings are
What we become.
Memories are
What we remember.
What we live
Is what we create.
What we notice
Is what we think.
Is our mind created
Only to make a living?
Hammer's falling,
Silently.
Every metre down,
Deeper.
You hear the waterfall,
Soothing.
The wind snoring through the leafage,
Crystalling.
Water
touches stones,
Leaves path
to unknown...
SPLASH!
Hammer falls,
Nature gets disturbed
For a little moment.
the singer would never forget her
he would never forget how she stood on her tiptoes,
wearing sharpie-drawn converse and a hot topic tank.
how she seemed so light, yet so heavy with the weight
of all of her issues, her diagnoses, her dreams astray.
excitedly, she told the singer that she was seventeen.
she had hyacinth eyes and cornsilk hair,
and she was as thin as the rail his microphone sat on.
and although the girl claimed that she had been saved,
he could have sworn he saw pale rose slashes
beneath her the collection of silicone wristbands
adorning, wrapping around, covering her arms.
she leaned in, whispered about all of the things
that he had, unwillingly and unwittingly, done for her.
colors
in art and fantasy
bringing joy to the children
and their nostalgic elders
colors
in heart
and mind
manipulating my inner self
colors
in the panicked dreams and bad trips
spinning around me
like a roller coaster ride
colors
in bright despair,
the color of a fresh cut and a candle burned away,
the colors never stop for me.
the girl is a doll
she's a wannabe model,
blond hair, blue eyes
that flit to and fro
as she walks
and she's careful
careful to be quiet,
fading background
her friend is a caricature
she's a tall drink of water,
kinky hair, cherry-wood eyes
that flit to and fro as she walks
and she's careful
careful to try to merge
with the luxurious room
the girls are diamonds
Morning strayed
Like an uncertain stranger on the far horizon,
Just shy of dawn.
To fleeting to alight,
This daylight,
So quick to change its course.
In its wake, darkness,
Whose quiet oppression should hush and fall
And force a bow of nature,
Slowly silencing her quiet call.
To regress and draw the light
From every seeing eye,
For hours,
Such seemingly dead, still, silence
Induced upon us.
Its a roller coaster,
Where everyone's throwing up
Its a sweet candy,
Thats fallen under the couch
Its a soft melody,
Being played on a banjo
Its a friend,
That leaves when you fall down
Its a chair,
With one leg shorter then the others
If it was a video game,
It would be dark soul
Even when its all these things,
Its still a roller coaster,
Its still a sweet candy,
Its still a soft melody,
i see a delicate untuned ivory piano
a few black keys are loose and wobble
they sway a bit when you press down
all of the scribbles on my book pages
in between the lines, around the corners
always in pencil, and sometimes in pen
and the chicken noodle soup left alone
it's still warm, but maybe not enough
but somehow still makes me feel better
the fair rides that have been shut down
but only after they had just been put up
were they too much fun or not enough?
and i am all of these things, just a bit
What if I told you a secret?
Something small for you to hold.
Would you keep it close to your chest,
Or let it go to fly off like a bird?
Take this piece of me
And turn it to nothing at all.
Snowy hills against soft night
In backdrop of fair dying light
Stillness conquering bustling life
Only does wind's playful fife –
Continue onward as moon roams far
Waiting return of morning star
What if every drop
of rain needs the patch
of sidewalk
where it lands? Every sky
needs cumulous to fill it? I need
the umbrella
that needs the raindrops
to shape the wet arch
overhead. We are all
here because I put
us here. I need
here and us
and this poem
to put things in.
What does the poem need? Or
do you
may my mind one day be open to silent
dogs who hold the secrets of stillness
the trail miles they run are better than talk
if I trot behind them I’ll let my words walk
and let my words slink away tired
and sleepy and sated and pliant
and may I lie sunning grassily
and love my lapse into hours letters-free
and toss aside sentences and syntax
so I may find whatever peace I suspect
dogs never know a vacancy in their lives
dashing through the woods wild as wordless wind