Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Deadbolt

I have a red door.
One you walk through
Again and again
Worn hinges
wooden sighs
and my red door silently
waits to open once more
to the possibility
that goodnight is not goodbye
and that closure is only a flimsy chain
instead of a deadbolt, that cannot be breached
by even the strongest amount of love.


Friday, November 21, 2014

Flames

Do not fret,
because it is often, for us all,
that within the time it takes you to take off your clothes
and wash yourself clean
inside there is a spark that is impossible to turn into a fire.

Some coals aren't meant to be stoked
but to be seen briefly
to subconsciously enhance our days
to warm hearts instead of hands
making us feel like our time isn't wasted.

In turn, our hands
and our hearts
are filled with the gasoline needed

To start a much brighter fire
with a strong foundation
to keep it burning
with minimal kindling, save for words.

(Now, where did I put my towel?)


Reflection

I have this vision of myself
as a cabaret singer
with no instrument beyond my limbs
plucking heartstrings instead of guitars
and singing of anothers ache
that is mirroring my own.

Reflecting every idiosyncrasy
In the anonymity of others words.

I am invisible
My feelings are no longer relevant.

I sing songs of joy,
jubilation, and the unconditional
with no first hand knowledge
of how it must feel
Except when the words
and the music
and the girl
blend so succinctly
into one.


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Eclipse

She walks alone
Hand-in-hand with her shadow
Through all of the seasons
Through all of the storms
While darkness looms nearby
Silently waiting
For that perfect moment when the light is just right
And they are one.


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Fragile Heart

My heart is composed of too many things
Seawater and whiskey
Promises and the horizon.
My heart is filled with too many faces,
They may as well be red blood cells
Filling with oxygen and running through veins
faster than I can consciously keep up with the rhythm
My heart is attached to too many things
The night sky, song lyrics
holding a lover through the dark, tumultuous storms.
And yet
My heart is as fragile as glass
Blown thin and perfect.
Cold and hollow
upon your mantle.
Not to be touched by anyone
You've staked your claim
And just like that
It becomes completely ornamental
Akin to a vase used only for the rarest flower.
My heart is full of old movies,
Full of people who have come and gone
Memories fading through time
Leaving a distinct trace of depth through moments
Etched upon the surface ever so delicately
While from day to day, it is simply gazed upon.
Marveled at its craftsmanship and ingenuity
My heart is itself a thing of beauty
but without love to fill the hollow
it is clearly empty.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Sea-Side

This is for the nonbelievers and the skeptics
For those who fight through their day, to be rewarded with solitude by night

This is for those who cannot help but intervene
Because caring is the most defining part of their nature

You are not alone

This is for those who cannot speak, but instead hold their tongues
in the hopes that there will be someone who can read the colors of thoughts.
Who can hear what is hidden without words .
To feel the emotions without speech.

This is for those who speak too much
Whose cacophonous nature is on their sleeves.
So much that they become invisible to those who tire of too much
Their words fall like dust.

This world is a dark place
and sometimes it seems like there is no end to the night
But if you let it, it will be your blanket
It will nurture the dawn from the blackest depths of your soul.

You may be held down
Your heart may break
But know that from that place blooms something so beautifully unbreakable
That eventually there is no way that you will not return from the brink.

You walk into the ocean and each wave makes you more sure
That this is the only place you want to be

And while you may not have a witness
Your presence
and your hands
are entwined with those before you

You are not alone,
You have never been alone.