Archive for May 2009
Just why the attraction was there only goes to show
How strange this place is.
No one in here knows about our magic kingdom
Though you try to give it away when you can.
Right now maybe you don’t care.
You think that you’re dying.
But your friends on the outside
Know about your dirty deeds
And secrets you thought were safe,
Only because you were playing.
It won’t take long until the armies called liberation
Come marching in,
Uncovering your deceptions
And lock you away.
When they come to question me,
For my own good I’ll say,
No,
I had no idea.
And yes,
I always thought that he was strange.
Add comment May 20, 2009
Riding the train–forever–
Or at least as long as it takes.
How far can you get on money alone?
On lust alone?
I am sure, now, that he will love me forever;
Cursed word no one really knows the meaning of.
I did not mean to make you love me;
But maybe I did.
It’s a crazy thing to go into my head.
My heart is a tangle of threads you don’t want to get caught in.
I can be the spider
Or the wolf.
I have fangs so well hidden
Sometimes I cut myself;
And dreams of milk and blood and bones;
Long, unassociated thoughts that carry me along the tracks that carry me home.
The farther I get away from you
The more I want you;
More than ever before,
Except, perhaps,
The first time.
Looking back,
I realize I can see my past
Clearly as it was with you,
Wild and feral
Drenched in sweat and sometimes blood.
I cut my teeth on you
And let you play the games you loved.
So many nights we wrestled with our youth;
Days spent lazy,
Waiting on the moon
And lady darkness.
I feel the urge to howl and hold my breath.
What comes will come so fast
And you’ve known the way for years.
It only takes one touch
One time in the dark
And I really need to be ready this time.
You talk to me through clenched teeth;
You have always talked to me like this,
No words that really help
Just desire
To dominate
To scream.
My head snaps back against the seat.
I am lost in a world that I can never return to
And tethered to one I can not understand.
I hate it here without you.
I hate it
And you can’t hear me say it.
Untamed, there is no place for us
And I would sooner be dead than live captive.
So,
I travel the roads we have always traveled,
Shadowed constantly by threats I can only feel.
Unafraid this time,
Knowing you are out there, somewhere,
Trailing behind or reaching ahead
Marking a path you know I will follow
Once I find it.
1 comment May 18, 2009
Green eyes have lost their color.
What used to be bright and clear,
Is now dull and hard to see.
I can travel the dark road of the past…
——————–
There is the town we grew up in
And grew out of;
Heat waves off the streets we roamed as children.
We were only learning then the many ways one road could take us.
There were a lot of streets in our town.
——————–
There is the school, where I was the teacher
To a brooding young man
Who did not know what his love would cost him.
Even now,
No longer so dark and troubled,
He hasn’t found the way to settle this outstanding debt.
——————–
There are the houses where we spent our time.
Lessons lay deep within,
Taught at the height of summer,
Preparing for the winter.
——————–
Those days were short.
Memory dims and stretches,
Distorts the images;
Makes you believe each day was endless.
And when you are sixteen,
Running toward maturity
The days are long and go by fast;
Now time has slowed us down.
I am not so young.
And the past has called to count.
——————-
Shadows fall but we are silent.
Heartbreak played so slow
It passes dim and dark and quiet through our night.
There will be no sleep until their memory is gone.
And even then,
The dead do not stay down for very long.
Add comment May 15, 2009
His motorcycle flashes past her,
Speeding as he always does
Through her life.
Like yellow raincoats on a stormy day,
He is a blur of bright color
Through a streaky window.
And although she knows it is him,
The distortion is confusing.
Things should be clearer,
She thinks to herself;
And he doesn’t think at all.
The faster he goes
The easier it is to stay in her life.
They are wasting so much time.
He
Trying to move through it quicker;
And she
Trying to stop it.
Add comment May 13, 2009
Pale green and grey,
We are like a quarry;
A rocky beach.
I surround you with my strength
Even though you do not want it.
I would give anything
For it to be different,
But the water is never strong enough
To wash away the stone;
To wear it down, yes,
But never to be gone.
I have given you what strength I can,
And you have chosen to ignore it;
As the water ignores the rocks it crashes upon.
But unlike the sea,
I will remain solid
And there for you,
Worn little through the passing years.
I am the wall of stone
That surrounds and protects you
From the harsher elements of
Yourself.
I welcome your green waters.
They are my own.
Add comment May 12, 2009
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