Dark, Written Jan 24th 2011

Dark


A not so quiet contrast
singling out eternity,
all except itself
softly consuming me,
persuading precious color
to drop down, detach from life,
leaving landscapes stark,
a harsh black and white,
cropped out and uncontrolled
edges beaten and blurred,
consider myself practically sold
to a life that's now detoured,
running rampant without reason
aimlessly amongst the dark,
shivering silent in this cold season
every impression leaves it's mark.

Change, Written, Jan 24, 2011

Changed


You've had my heart now,
for quite some time,
it's not been kept in the best of shape,
but that's a petty crime,
these things happen,
over years of exchange,
we must expect here and there,
some sort of change.
And hills, the hills
and their indefinite range.
The ups and downs
all those years were a ride,
that we rode around,
and around,
flying up
and falling down.
A few pieces missing,
a crack here, or there,
oh but love don't worry,
those things, my heart can bear.
The small, and not so small,
wear and tear.

Fading in, Written, Jan 20, 2011

Fading in


Sweet blasphemy barricades
each bridge burning down
tongue twisted ties lost
see how tightly my gears are wound
unsure of where I'll be
when I finally come to
and all I can really hope
is that the first thing I see
is you.

There, it's coming
this is it,
can't you see my stature
crumbling to bits
I hope when I wake it's you,
the one and only thing I see
when I do finally come to
being who I'm meant to be.

Well Remembered, Written, Jan 18th 2011

Well Remembered


I love a memory of a memory,
a photograph.
Taken when I wasn't even there,
capturing  a you
that to this day lives.
Lives a life untouched,
not tarnished nor tattered,
changed through circumstance,
replaced through recognition,
or eluded through lies.
Quietly, I've kept pieces of you
preserved at a point where we
knew no flaws in one another,
had not yet hurt each other,
valuing the small sliver of luck
that we ever met at all.
We've lost track of ourselves
to love and lust
and the never-ending mistrust.
But I'll remember what we knew
when we thought we knew it all.
While even standing at such great heights
we thought we'd never fall.

Stick Stack Stuck, Written 1/18/2011

Stick Stack Stuck


Seemingly sticky
something from which I can't quite detach
drawn in deep and drowning
a trap door without a latch.

Mistakes made in sync
a facade of fraudulent feeling
forced frontward to fight honesty
while these wounds refuse the healing.

Preloaded promises
warped, wary one-sided conversations
eating eternity alive
while making the correct eliminations.

Foreseeable future without much to defend
all the makings of a morbid end.

The Ruin-er, Written, 1/2/2011

The Ruin-er


Pick me up
and prop me to one side,
anything to ease
all of your troubled minds.
Predictable yet irreplaceable
I don't understand such attraction,
not to me.

You've met a million of me,
a few times each passing day
so please do not flatter me,
by speaking of me this way.
You have loved, and loss
and will lose at least once more,
and there is always someone
to pick you up,
off that rock bottom floor.
Just please,
don't count on me.

I cannot walk on water,
spit shooting stars,
or expel every apprehension,
sure of course I will do my best
to ease any and all tension
to finally put you to rest,
however a cure-all does not confide
in me...
just as so many before you
have come to see.