
Happy Birthday Brewski
Over eight months ago
I finally found fate
When I met this woman
Not a second too late
Someone in which
I can truly relate
And one that I most
Appreciate
My rock that I know
Won't fluctuate
She's always been there
To motivate
With her words and poems
That fascinate
And advice that helps
To navigate
When my life has left
Me desolate
For her -
I would not hesitate
To strangulate
Or assassinate
I mean it people,
She's really that great!
Now before you start
To speculate
-Ruminate and
Fabricate
Let me be the first
Setting things straight
Our bond won't ever
Dissipate
-Or depreciate
I assure you
I don't exaggerate
When I say she is my
Non-lesbian soulmate
(Pssst...that means we
Do NOT copulate)
**Happy Birthday Sammie! Love you sweetie! Xoxo
Anna begins
You promised me
you'd never leave
you'd make me laugh
you'd hold my hand
you'd be here
You proposed to me
a lifetime of smiles
a lifetime of understanding
a lifetime of together
a lifetime of love
You vowed to me
your heart
your body
your mind
your life
Until you suddenly
left
me
alone.
My heart aches
not a woman
not a job
not an addiction
but death
in its consuming finality
And now it is only me to remember our plans
And now it is stolen from my future
your hands
your home
your children
your gray hair
But wait
Even as I cannot comprehend
why you chose to leave a life, full
and a love, true
I made promises too
I will remember you
I will cherish you
I will love you
I will never stop.
Cycle of Ghost Towns
Only worshippers of tumbleweeds gather
in the local temples where
false gods failed them. They drink the
dust in the streets, recall the days
of the Great Flood when the roads ran
into rivers and carried the children away,
still laughing and splashing until death
came and they kissed her on her cheek
like old friends and innocent lovers.
The stone statues left behind do not mourn these
small faces. They contemplate
wrongdoing, point fingers at past sins
and draw cause-and-effect holy judgements because someone
carved wings into their backs and halos
over their heads and then left them
to be kings of a wasteland.
Someone will topple them someday.
Some young dust-scudded mess with
anarchy tucked under her tongue will
wander into empty cathedrals with ropes and pull each one down.
Their faces will run away bit-by-bit disguised as sand in the wind,
leave behind vague boulders over shattered stained glass.
The town and its temples will be forgotten.
The Great Flood will be stamped into
history book pages, or perhaps
forgotten and this town will sit until a new generation settles in
and adds their own children, their own houses,
their own marble statues. Waits
upon their own flood.
i slip away silently, an unseen specter
where is my reason (for anything)
what do they want me to do
i don't understand (anything)
indentations in my skin mark my slowly growing insanity
i want to bleed
grit my teeth for the pain (both because and to feel more)
beg for anything (love & nothingness)
i know i need to keep this momentum
slicing through the water & wanting to hurt someone (myself)
the slow vibrations reflect my exhaustion (even as his voice croons)
wild eyed with missed opportunities eating at me
i tear at my skin & watch flakes drift down
harder and harder (breathing to breathe)
Descriptions
Told me I was sunlight and strawberries
on his tongue, but I don't
see it. Can't taste
conviction.
I am lemons and silence. Rusted radiators
forgotten in garage corners. The spots
behind your eyes when you close them.
Lies. The feeling
when you drop a plate. When it hovers in limbo
and you think perhaps this time,
this time I will catch it. And it shatters. Anxiety.
Mosquitos on perfect summer nights. So fucking
much anxiety. A car crash, four seconds
before it occurs. Bees.
Papers crumpled in bottoms of purses
and backpacks. Pennies. Atheist prayers. Sunrises
too cold to go out and watch. The mirror.
A song you played twenty too many times.
And I could keep on going,
but it never serves either of us.
♡♡ Finish Line ♡♡
Home is where
I rest my brain
Calm my nerves
And heal my pain
And silently kneel
Upon my knees
Praising the lord
From a cool
Window breeze
This house
This home
This lovely place
Is my finish line
In the daily race
My trophy not a cup
But precious smiles
And a welcoming floor
From carpet
To tiles
The joy
That I feel
Bringing
Me
Proof
That I am loved
And appreciated
Underneath
This
Roof
Spring and winter
Summer and fall
I'm lucky to have
What is
Within these
Walls
No matter the day
Or what time might do
I know I'll be ok
And I owe that to you
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucking
Content
Mind
LoL
March 16th 2017
I love you Myra ♡♡♡