Monday, June 14, 2010

Only On The Inside

Window’s open on a snowy night
Sitting on the couch with the moonbeam light.
Along with the lonely moon and I,
Sits a stranger nearby.
A stranger I use to know well, well kinda
Sits on the opposite side of the ‘L’ shaped sofa.
Frozen like a statue I sit, silent.
Dividing truth from lies can be so violent.
I sit looking into the darkness feeling nothing.
He sits crying, hoping I say something.
He hangs on my every breath.
The wind blows through my wafting curtains like death
Causing pictures and trinkets to fall south
And also him to open his lying mouth.
“Are you cold?” a question I think deserves a reply
“I am now, but only on the inside.”


*inspired by a friend's situation

Friday, June 11, 2010

Personal Chick-Flick

It hit me like a dream of passion or desire
his icy blue eyes melt me by the flame of the fire
we play tag with our gazes as the fire grows hotter
we catch each other glancing being occupied by others
each ember of the flame is jealous of our spark
as we're caught in the act through the light in the dark-
mouthing words to each other until I finally motion
for him to come join my side of the fire by the ocean
movie-like chemistry stirs the flame
as we introduce ourselves by stating our name
after some great laughs and amazing conversation
cops came to break up the occasion
everyone scatters like cockroaches in the light
a safe distance away and now he's out of my sight
I search but he's gone, never to be seen again
I'm left with the remains of the memory of my dream man.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

A Toy With Wheels & A String

You're stringing me along and I'm tired of dragging
I forgave too readily and I'm done forgetting
It's because of boys like you that I act tough, but I'm in agony
My scraped elbows and knees aren't the cause of the pain I'm feeling
I wore my heart on my sleeve
my struggles to break free from you have only ripped and bruised my fragile heart
I went out on a limb for you
and you snapped off the branch I was clinging to
My last branch of hope for the species of boy is now lying beside me
broken on the ground
Your likeness stands over me with a devilish grin
Your victory was my defeat
I look up at you in amazement
How can boys be so cruel?