- Just as they had warned,
the dark blue faded
into the whites
of his eyes.
And I had never
felt so pleasantly
uncomfortable.
- The still,
crystal clear, water,
in my mind,
became rampant
with ripples,
tides began to rise.
- Sharp words stab at
the space between us
but the space has
been showing for
so long
they barely hurt.
- I'd pull out every eyelash,
if it meant each wish come true.
And they good lord knows,
they'd all be for you.
- The clouds must
have had negative
attraction, for they
parted, letting light
catch an edge on
the white frosted
ground, and paint
the world golden.
- The sun has risen.
The morning was among us.
Just another Sunday.
But in the morning
it was as quiet
as it could get
like a computer
without a speaker--
a very peaceful morning.
- His hands are folded
like paper tents on
his desk.
You can smell the
spearmint on him.
- Sinking into the
crevice of brown
fabric,
Comfort
Couch
Coziness
Sickness.
- She wrote away
her life in jigsaw-
poems but cheap
cardboard ends meet
with jagged edges.
- The radio chirps on
in the background
as the screaming
ensues.
How did it get this far?
- The silence wraps
around the dawn
falling snow
along the lawn
it continues on.
- The skritch-scratch of
a pencil
in a loom
of
only
white
noise.
- As the canyons of my palms
begin to flood,
I only wish I could
unspool the spaghetti
of his brain,
so somehow I could know
what he sees
in the hollow of my eyes.
- Spidering branches
catch the wings of
the mother's plummeting
hope.
It is the hardest part
to watch.
- Your sober tongue
forcibly caressing
her drunk lips
as my heart turns
blue and breaks in
half.
- simplistic movements
& messy thoughts
make innocent events
questionable.
- The darkness of the thought of never
feeling his touch again--
jolted--
me back into
the warm reality,
where he waited to
comfort the nightmare
of loneliness and
separation.
- I sit.
I think.
About you.
Do you sit?
And think about me?
Too?
