Monday, November 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
in a way that only time can tell?
Something like the love of a season...
the routine changes never hurt us
but the blizzards buried me
and the summer rain was only magical for so long.
Standing beneath the sky with my mouth open
trying to catch the snowflakes
trying to hold on
but you begin to choke
swallowing each delicate memory
I used to bathe in the sunlight
shadows that danced across the blacktop
and your smile
Sweet like raspberries
I remember your kiss
but now we're out of season.
but god i wish they would
because lyrics about the stars in the sky
are perfect for a time like this
i can't listen to these love songs
and think about your eyes
but if i could you'd know it
when i breath deeply and sigh
listening to your heart beat
and the stairs creak as you walk into the kitchen
it's moments like these that the love songs forget to mention
sun flare on the power lines
and twenty minutes of silence as i drive
just to come to my senses
and think about all the times
these love songs made me think of you
now how strange it is to think of someone new.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Creeping up beside you, there is a feeling of complexity.
Hello, it’s nice to meet you.
Not quite what you expected.
Do you wish your days were numbered
Like the boring license plates
You watch pass you on the highway
Feeling like things make sense
Because you’re so focused
On where you’re going –
Where you’ve been going the whole time
But this one-way street has been reconstructed
You can turn off anytime
Just look at the Polaroid
Hanging from your visor
Trace the outline of a new route with your finger
Leave the map
Crumpled on your back seat
Where the wind blows the ashes of your half smoked cigarette
And look to the sky as daylight fades
Turn down the radio
So you can listen to the waves
As your heart beats in tune with the pulls of the tide
Stare up at the stars
And breathe deeply.
Pick up the map
And find me.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
My life is open like a wallet snatched by a pick pocket
And empty to his dismay, he looks around
Sees me staring at the ground
At a picture in the puddle
Of my only memory
On the cobblestone streets near the cathedral
My reflection distorted by the dips between stones
Dirty rain water painting of this face I used to know
I am alone.
Quiet and hungry
No words to unfold me
I seek satisfaction in the stench of the city
Brought about by the hobos and mopeds
These are the days I most often recall
And there is some kind of peace I can find
In these moments
That feel so tragic but utterly truthful
Monday, September 29, 2008
I have not figured out how to love you
But I continue to try
I continue to learn
And ask questions to the stars.
The possibility of loving you is tremendous
But I cannot love you.
You are the shadow on a wall that I seek at sunrise
My fingertips can touch the surface,
But they cannot grasp your entirety.
You are all things beautiful
And I understand the complication
Of seeing you the way I do,
In a moment of tranquility,
The stars grant me an answer to my endless inquisition –
You cannot love me.
And so, I have learned to love you wholly,
Enough for both of our hearts.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Shells crack on the side of the frying pan
Yolks dance across the heated surface
And you’re still asleep.
The sun begins to peek its way through
And your arms are outstretched above your head.
I can’t hear it from the kitchen,
But I can feel your sigh satisfaction
From a good night’s sleep
As you slowly turn over
And nestle yourself back in the sheets.
The toaster pops
And the kettle whistles,
Reminding me of all the reasons I love you.
And chai tea,
Every Sunday for the past three years
So many things change…
But never that.
We’ll always have our breakfast in bed.
I’ll crack a joke on the side of the road
A smile dances across your face
And I’m still dreaming.
The world begins to spin
Out of control
And my arms are outstretched
Like a young child dizzy on the playground.
You can’t hear it from where you’re standing
But my heart is beating faster
from the adrenaline rush
as I quickly hit the ground
and fall back to sleep.
The alarm clock sounds
And the morning birds chirp
Reminding me of all the reasons I love you.
Waking up to kisses
And the scent of your body…
Everyday for the past three years.
So many things change…
But we’ll always have
Our breakfast in bed.
Friday, September 26, 2008
The sound of the crickets is repetitive
But comforting at the same time
As their legs fiddle against their bodies
A rush of memories explode
Through my mind
And all of a sudden
I am six
Simply enjoying life.
I am happy for no reason
And I will soon forget
How to feel that way again.
For each little light
That flickers in the jar
Next to my bed
I tell myself
I will keep those moments
The real world
So that I can come back
And remember --
Then all of a sudden
I am twenty-three
Listening to the crickets chirp
Twiddling my thumbs
And forgetting what it felt like
To catch fireflies
And enjoy life
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The blustery winter air creeps in the door behind you
As I walk out of the kitchen
I am seeing everything so clearly
You in all of your beauty
Taking your hood off and wiping the fresh snow from your face
Stomping your shoes against the welcome mat
As you hear me say that dinner is ready
It feels like a slow-motion movie scene
As you pick your head up
And look at me
I think about all of the moments like these.
There is a set change for each season,
As I recall in November
The leaves crunched under your boots
And you smelled like pumpkin pie.
Your dew covered sandals
Rested by the door,
Your lips tasted like honeysuckle
And your hair smelled of lilac.
And for the entirety of March
You looked like heaven.
Hair pulled back,
In your best tee shirt
Shoelaces tapping against the hallway floor
As you rush in to tell me
You just heard the funniest story.
So while you stand in front of me,
And I seem to stare, but not to speak…
These are my memories,
The quiet things I like to keep.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
As the rain trickles from the awnings
We stand hand in hand on the street corner
And wait for the storm to pass
But I suppose for a minute
I hope it continues to rain
So we can stay this way
With our hips hardly touching
But your breath on my neck
I sacrifice my jacket
And hold you closely
Your mascara drips slowly
Making its way down your cheeks
You ask me, “How do I look?”
And as much as I would love to tell you
That is not what I believe.
You look flawed but wonderful
And I’d have it no other way.
Because the raindrops caught in your dimples
Will be what I remember most
and the absence of make up
boasts how exquisite you truly are.
Friday, September 19, 2008
I love you for your flaws
I may not see your eyes in daylight
But they're better at night
Like the moon over a lake in the summer
I imagine the bushes growing carelessly
And trapping the glow in its liquid cage
Where the shrubs are your eyelashes
Securing pools of imperfect reflections
That match the mystical evening
With the rising sun and distant darkness
Your smile opens wide like an overcast sky attempting to reveal
The red of your tongue as it trickles through your teeth
while your cherry blossom lips guard the sinful white
Protecting your simplicity
Still I think of the afternoons at the park
Where we'd meet for lunch
And your hair would knot, as the wind
Haloed your head
Then I'd tell myself it's not impossible
to appreciate that tangled mess
so I could focus on your flaws
and fall in love.