In the cemetery…

In the cemetery we may or may not ever find ourselves together, there are so many unknowns…

So many unsaid truths and stories untold;
The place where last hopes and infelicitous wishes unfold.

There was a new dimension of love we were yet to uncover,

And the figures between the trees were never a bother,

Until once or twice they tried to be – 

 – but I had you right next to me and we seemed to have all the peace that we needed.

And then,

like the ghosts lurking behind the trees that we pretended weren’t there,

the smoke screen cleared and the clouds disappeared

and suddenly the day is bright and the fact is in clear view, we know we’re going to end soon, and “you know it too, don’t you boo, yes you do”, yet neither of us wanted to say those last words.

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i pity you

‪i pity you‬
‪if you don’t have a poet in your life,‬
‪loving you and‬
‪unintentionally pronging away at your heart,‬
‪and you,‬
‪unexpectedly,‬
‪but masochistically willingly,‬
‪enjoying it.‬

black tee thoughts

over there, it’s the boy in the black tee-shirt
a cig in one hand and my heart in the other
i’m not gonna say he’s the reason i’m hurt
but let’s just say i won’t show him to my mother
i wish i could say that he was the devil’s spawn
that he was vile trash of the very worst kind
but then what would that say about me at all
am i stupid, blind or just out of my mind
for loving him anyway without a thought
for the pain i would feel if that love was lost

A disguise that never will suffice

Without words, I am naked; I am voiceless
My self is bare; the object of stares
So painstakingly, I weave with words a dress
A disguise that never will suffice
For my face still betrays my thoughts
There’s still nudity in my eyes
There’s no scream left; my voice is hoarse
And so I write to make things right
It’s what I tell myself. I try
To robe myself in poetry
Will comfort come? I’ll hope and see

A second opinion, please

Diagnose me, please
I need a second opinion
I operated on me
I tried to get the pain out
With my hair scissors
And my lighter fire
I tried to dress my wounds
Did I do a good job
Do you still see the scars

Judge me, please
I need a second opinion
Take my statement
I may be a criminal
I broke the heart of another
And broke my own too
Then I locked myself up
And refused to be free
Did I serve enough time
Do you still see my guilt

Condemn me, please
I need a second opinion
I walked the broad path
And neglected the narrow
Then tore my clothes
And purged myself
Will your needle’s eye
Still allow me through
Did I go too far away
Do you still see my sin

On Fire

I’m in love with the mechanisms of your mind

And the way your face glistens when you smile

It makes your eyes light up with a fire

When you talk about your memories and your desires

So let it burn

Let it burn until the world hears your soul scream and yearn

Let it burn bright till they understand that it’s our turn

All those against us will be taken hostages

And for he who has sense, let him sing songs of praises