Day to day

You wake

Eat breakfast

Do the usual routine

After that

the world

could

turn

backwards

you could meet everyone

you ever wanted to meet

or anyone you never knew

you would love to know

get letters from the lost

and other unexpected thoughts

you could

come home ordinary

or

you could find it all

when you are lost

and blind

not looking to see.

Women are stunning creatures, with assets and traits

both unique and enchanting

it’s time we start

showcasing our individuality

and stop giving in

to the illusion of sexy

Because beauty isn’t about wanting to f*ck us

it’s about wanting to be with us

Today the clouds are somewhere:

In someone else's poem, perhaps

Draping over someone else's Sun

Dropping snow on someone else's roof

Drizzling water on someone else's head

But today in my sky there are no clouds

Today the clouds are somewhere:

Somewhere else

A rumbling thunder

Can be so comforting

Like memories of

a happy family

But one minor note,

A slight change of chord

And sadness overcomes;

A bittersweet grief

Maybe Love lost, found

A reminder then,

That it was real

Wrestled from sleep

A familiar image

Your smile

Spreads across my mind.

Memories like Milky Ways

Filling the empty spaces

Confounded reminders

You are gone.

Yet you are here

We all are I suppose

But you more than most

Dancing naked in the night.

When you stare at the stars

Can you hear them cheer?

Has your heart healed

Enough to let in their love?

When you look in the mirror

Can you see it smiling back?

Happy to contain such radiance

If only for moment.

Rain falls inside

Sun warms our skin as we

Lay on the beach

Pouring out our souls into the sand.

Past and present

Meeting again

Awkwardly arguing

Over attention.

I choose the later

Despite pasts pouting

And the far off feeling

Of your soft skin

Despite the desire to scream

Your name across the

Deserts, forests, and mountains

That separate us.

4am has turned to 5

You are waving as your smile fades

Falling back into my heart

Where you will always lay.

They always told me it was golden but I never bought that

I saw how poorly the shimmer was painted on and watched as it peeled away

Silence has so many more layers than they convinced us to believe

First it glows amber under the metallic façade, amber like a fossilized fly of forgotten times

It fades to brown like your eyes, dark and deep, holding back lies you never dared speak to me

Brown burns and soon Silence is gray, ashes of memories you decided to delete

Ashes soon age into white, white with faint hints of blue like the sky, yes, the same sky that you once told me was the limits of our love

And then the sky darkens as the Sun burns oranges, hot pinks, bleeding reds, reds like the anger I allowed to consume me when you abandoned me, left me alone for my mind to devour me in hatred and malice and what-ifs and maybes and whys

That red, so hot hot HOT like the blood pulsing through my head my chest my hands, oh my bleeding hands burning from papercuts that will never stop pouring RED staining edges of the paper smearing all over the pens I use to write out these truest colors of your Silence, knowing that you'll never answer my pleas to return to me

You are silent, thus you silence me

In the lonely hour

When silence speaks

There is an untold story

Brewing in his heart

It is black as ink

Yet it does not stain

It is red as blood

Yet it does not live

It is the mark of love

Tattooed on his chest

That beats with flagrant force

White as the Sun

When his eyes are open

The seas of chaos prevail

Yet chaos is absent

In that poet's mind

Every arrow

Can slay his heart

Yet none of them can kill him

For he is immortal

When he begins to write

Once in a while

When the lonely hour strikes

He floods his life

With absent emotions

He lets their toxin

Pollute his soul

So once in a while

He can feel what is like

To be alive

In the lonely hour

DA 2014