Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Inner Beauty.

I'm not this
"Gorgeous"
This word you dwell on
In her.
I'm not the classic
"Beauty"
That these paintings say
I should.
I'm not so model
"Perfect"
As on every simple
Show.
I'm not a picture;
Not a doll;
Not a prize;
And I fall short.
But in me,
There is more.

Merry Christmas

Where is this feeling
This sweet elation
This, unexpected
Bliss?
Not here.

In this bustle
I am lost
I feel your sweater,
her foot,
his knee,
as they bump against me
in a hurry to buy
the next item
on their list.

Monday, December 21, 2009

No.

As cherished
As the handprint
On the heart you never touched
A memory
Of a heartache
A memory; misplaced trust
As useful
As the kind words
That we chose to leave unsaid
And you've left
Here, behind you
Still a loving, gentle friend.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Invulnerable

For all the times I've had to leave
For all the pain I've made you see
I hope one day that you could be
Invulnerable
To loving me.

Friday, December 18, 2009

For Sadness.

your Shoulder, touch
my mind, my love
my heart, entwined
with Death, and wine
a Blister
on the flesh
what stings
a Token
of unraveled strings
a caress of
the deepest Night
and Sighs
and Lies
we cry
for Hope.

The Angel

As fire
true
and strong
yet left,
Two twigs
upon
the Angel met,
A mind
unwhole
yet moved
and set,
A life
I live
A known
Forget.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Best Friends.

Disastrous as I was
Back then
I'm now and will be
You're best friend
We spent the time
We took it slow
We made it work
We worked it so
It's not attraction
Draws us close
But understanding
And happiness.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Myself.

Not Proud
I'd say.
Problematic
I think.
I press on.
Perfectly Imperfect.
Immorally Moral.
Me.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Afraid.

Not afraid
Of past
Present
Not afraid
To feel
Quite afraid
Of what I think
Of knowing
What I feel.

Lacking.

For once,
I find myself Lacking
Lacking
Words.

I am an author
I Write.
And you,
Barely attempt to read,
but always know
I Exist.

I Am
An Author
And I am Lacking
Words.

Clueless?

Once, I dreamt
You were there--
Clueless
I think,
You knew.

Music

If music fell from trees
As leaves do fall each day
Then I would praise the fall
And know with all my heart that
There's nothing left to fear
When there's music in my ears.