Goodbye

Your words are tattooed on my skin

Each curve of the mouth, strike of the tongue

Piercing my pores and staining my heart.

Your words and drawn out pauses

The laconism that wraps itself around us

Clotting my throat, and your eyes,

Setting fire to the room.

Begging at Purpose's feet,

I am enshrouded in taste buds and eyelashes

Smoke

Stealing what should be mine.

Your silences are carved on my body

Each shallow breath, withheld response

Shattering my reserve and killing.

Your silences and down-turned eyes,

The agitation pulsing from within

Quelling the flames,

Blinding my hopes.

The moon is full,

The street is empty,

The house is quiet,

And I am leaving.

Callouses

My eyes are tired

And my heart is yawning

While my feet are carrying

Me away from here.

We stumble along the path

Over rocks and trees and grass

But the beating of my lash

Makes this all okay.

You are holding my hand

Leading the way

But my look sways

To see what we're leaving behind.

Scream

I am buried

Underneath the snow

Not breathing

The ice packed into my ears, my eyes, my mouth

Packed into my pores, my heart, my soul

Deceiving

Burning.

And the music plays on.

Secrets

My secrets come out

in the form of figures and cartoons

Dancing upon the lined paper

Or the napkin on the table.

Flying in their freedom

Or drowning in their regrets

They have shape

And story.

My fingers are covered in ink.

Underwater

I am underwater

The trees sway back and forth

With spotted compliance

Their dead brothers dance

about my feet,

Skipping in blind acceptance,

Humming a tune

I am underwater.

The wind rushes past my face

Like a silk sheet

Pretending to be a friend

But really suffocating.

A smile is there, in truth

With the perpetual waning moon

And the roars that call my heart

I am underwater.

Dark, Cold, Alone.

A pulsing, a thrashing, a calming hand.

I sit on a bench, on the first of November

waiting.

November

The Brown Leaf sits, defeated

Among the greying shafts

Of once living grass. They hold

it still, almost binding

so it won't sing it's Autumn

song. Thousands more just like

it hang twenty feet above, waiting

for the Frost to kill them too.

They'll fall and be replaced

In the space that Brown Leaf

sacrificed, the idea of a new

bud has already taken

place.

Pages

The pages rustle in my favorite book

And the story comes back, my dearest friend

The place where my limitations do not exist

And the only sadness is when the story ends.

Knowing is Nothing

The wind whispers what the trees will not say

The candle flickers what the heart faintly believes

The lips move in ways that disobey their maker.

You are tired, I know

You are tired, I know

You are tired, I know

You are strong, I know

You are wise, I know

You are graceful, I know

You are blessed, this I know.

If I could give you the wind,

If I could give you the flame,

If I could give you the words,

I would.

If I could take your pain

And put it away in myself

So you would never feel it,

I would.

The wind whispers what the trees know

The candle flickers what the heart wants

The lips move to speak the truth

And you are whole

You are whole.

Differences

I am the Ocean

Kissing the sand

Tickling your toes,

Crashing on the rocks

Dark waves washing memories ashore.

Soothing, violent,

Constant, unpredictable,

Dangerous, comforting,

I am your life-source

Your fatal ending.

You are a Cloud

Illuminated by the haloing Sun,

Drifting and soaring,

Innocent yet with a darker underside.

You are more then a flat plane wafting above my head:

You are around, under, through, below, above,

Changing form and shape,

Seeing everything, knowing everything.

You and I,

Ocean and cloud,

Are different yet the same.

We move long the same cycle,

Breathe life and death into our surroundings.

And move to our own beat,

A rhythm that has moved us for centuries.

You and I,

You and I,

You and I,

Are colliding towards our own demise.