Saturday, February 21, 2015

Mistakes, missteps and regrets.
The kind that fill your dreams,
Your nightmares.
Then you start to forget.
You let it slip away into the void.
How you count the days,
Waiting for the scabs to heal.
One day without realizing it they do.
But if you think hard enough you can still feel it.
Fingering the scars,
How numb they are.
The nerves damaged beyond repair.
You'll never heal that,
But you don't need to.
You can only recall so much before it's torched.
Burned up and distorted.
The moment has come to forgive.
Truly. Honestly.
Myself.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Slither passed the confessions.
Weave and wander out of sight
Do not let this one in,
Keep her guarded,
Smother out her light.
Should a shard remain aglow,
Don't listen to her whispering soul.
Shut her up, stomp and scream
Until the voice grows hoarse and dry
Until she's left unable to whimper.
Until you're sure she'll die.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Silent silhouettes.
Pushing closer in the night,
Filling dreams with their memories.
Bleeding and breaking.
Echoes of the past,
Slicing through the dark.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The fruit will fall
The sweetness will spoil
The decay may be long
While the moments are short.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Sink into it
Crippled, crushed, tethered.
Moments not memories.
Fall through it
Embrace the darkness
As it closes in.

Friday, November 14, 2014

It's happening.
Right now.
Every moment. Through every action.
It's happening.
It makes not a sound,
Leaves not a trace.

Don't confuse disjointed thoughts for poems.
Just cryptic thoughts, misplaced. Maybe not even cryptic.
Never been the quiet type.
Never been afraid to fight.
Or throw the first punch.
Not very lady-like.
Rage overcomes fear.
My father's daughter, absolute.


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Do you know love?
The way it can blister and burn
Yet soothe all at once. 
The arms that hurt and the arms that heal. 
One and the same. 
The safety and stability.  
How even the bad days melt away,
The moment his hand reaches for me. 
I've never known loneliness the way that some do. 
I've never had a night alone, 
Dreaming of someone to hold. 
My rock, my love, my better half beside me. 
With all my faults he loves me still. 
Showing it daily,
in forgiveness. 
In tenderness. 
In the things others might miss. 
For all I've done wrong,
He is the right.