In dark December, sink
into the memory of childhood
like a bog man into the peat.
Drink too much & sing.
Gather all your small griefs,
your long-bearded regrets
& grotesque humiliations,
dress them in red & set
them to hammering. This is
the season of fresh starts
& the slaughter of innocents.
Remember to cut air holes
in the top crust & don’t stint
on butter. Wear sensible boots.
Go out into the long night
& learn the names of the stars.
I kinda like your eyes.
They shimmer like the stars.
I really love your voice,
Cause I'm the only one who gets it.
Your hair looks really soft,
Maybe soon you'll let me touch it?
You haven't called me weird yet,
Which a lot of people do.
We both like random music,
So I'd love it if we jammed.
You said your siblings were annoying,
Mine are like that too.
Even with the mask on
You have a pretty face.
And when your eyes scrunched cause you smiled
I felt my heart begin to race.
I like to write about you.
I think it's because I'm the only one who knows you.
Maybe I'm not, and you're just not telling me,
But I don't mind.
Your voice is one of your best traits.
(Actually, no. Not really. They all are.)
But my favorite?
Well...
My favorite thing about you
Is that you're not afraid to be a kid.
Everyone chose to grow up in middle school,
But you and me? We never did.
Too bad we aren't neighbors,
Or I'd play soccer with you.
Perhaps some day I'll come over,
And we can be kids for a bit together.
It was a beautiful summer night
That lead me down to the rivers edge
To test the temperature of the water
It told me stories with it's flowing noise
That seemed to comfort my beating heart
Tranquil was the surface that spoke to my soul
Reflecting the stars in it's smooth surface
I thought for a moment I could rest in peace
In the gaze of the sky watching over me
A moment so brief that it could have just been a shadow
I thought for a moment that I could have just blinked
The amazing beauty held before my very eyes
Even with it dark it was still such a sight
The color as dark as an ink is black
All void of nothingness but beautiful even still
i always think of you
late at night.
the stars are out
and i'm reminded of the
galaxy that once lived in your eyes.
the moon is bright
and i'm reminded
of your big eyes that held so much love.
the silence is deafening
and i'm reminded that
this is all you left behind when you went.
lay to rest
Being flawed,
It's only human.
So alien are those,
Who have no compassion.
Commands should be followed,
Because of respect.
Not a deep fear,
Of becoming a reject.
Fairytales end,
With a happy pair.
But all hearts will,
Continously shed tears.
Endings can never,
Truly come.
Until I'm below ground,
And life's finally done.
Not too far,
Stay close.
Stay still,
Arms loose.
Resting heads,
On shoulders.
No other humans,
Just us.
Stars dancing,
Between.
Heaven throwing,
Down rain.
Water making,
Us shiver.
For warmth,
Draw closer.
A shadow,
Embracing,
Mistakes.
A breeze,
Glancing,
A graze.
A drop,
Rivers,
Of tears.
A heart,
Memories,
Fears.
Just words,
Paper,
Threats.
Quiet,
Together we were rockets and roller coasters,
We spiraled and loop-de-looped into space,
Where the sky was the color of octopus ink,
And Earth was so small, so insignificant,
Compared to us both.
Together we were jesters and jokers,
We laughed and drank too much liquor
Too much that we sleep through ringing
Of our reverberating thoughts,
And woke up content.
Together we were dancers and dreamers,
Our hearts beating to the same soothing breeze.
We fantasized under the old oak tree,
Where the stars blossomed and sent promises,
Of forever and always.
Together we were happy,
How might we know
when a star dies?
(they leave their lights on)
Tiny the child,
sunscreen smooth on his cheeks
like clown white
Grateful, at last, at
(farting my way through Thursday)
…enforced hermitude
Like a taffy pull,
bumblebee clung to one side
of the clover
How forlorn,
the truck’s rumble
without the truck
Imagination
disconnected, I tune
in to the night
Profundities,
Ash tree scratches air
outside the window still lit
after 3 am
One bright orange balloon
from the bunch, lost to the wind…
the sky’s only color
Two woolly afghans
curled by knees on the bed
kept close; that’s enough
Starlight, come how far
to glisten at the edges
of my open blinds
History is made
about two blocks south of here
I’m warm in the dark
History? Foolish.