Poetry
Here is a collection of poetry jumbled together for your reading pleasure.
“When the Leaves Fall…”
I dream in colors
Etched in concrete
The swirls of the pavement
Lift beneath my feet
Cars passing aimlessly,
As they roam the streets
And how everything feels so surreal.
The leaf falls reluctantly
Crashing down from the sky
Everything comes down
From no matter how high
Even birds make swift landings
When darkened clouds cry
And eventually all airplanes descend.
The sirens must blare
At a deafening pace
To alert the public
Of a life or death race
When man versus man
Becomes the struggle we face
And sometimes I’d rather stay inside.
And when reality hits
I don’t want to be there
I’ll be off on an island
Free from dark and despair
I prefer my own solitude
Because nobody cares
And I know that we all die alone.
When the apocalypse strikes
And the whole world must end
I’ll laugh to myself
Because I can’t pretend
That all of the crooked folks
Will somehow unbend
And the leaves will continue to fall.
“Me Through a Lens”
Me through a lens
The easiest way to see
A skewed vision
Is better than me
Smile through the camera
Capture me on tape
You see what you want
Distorted figures and shapes
Develop the negatives
Erase all the flaws
Hang me up on a wire
The me you never saw
“Behind it Hides the Humans”
Yellow paper crumples fast
Peeling bits off from the wall
Rip away my wrinkled skin
Watching pieces as they fall
Digging deeper through the glue
Tear away the years we’ve worn
Might we come to the conclusion
That everything is torn
Once we get to the old paint
That is chipped and peeling still
The layers fall away
From the dermis that they kill
With every coat that flakes away
Our proof becomes more clear
That there is more within each layer
Than ever will appear
Once we reach a certain point
The layers do not peel
They flake and clump together
To protect what we conceal
Strip away our clever pretense
And all that we have known
Because behind it hides the humans
Who stand naked and alone
We’ve stripped away humanity
And watched the shallow pieces fall
The wallpaper once familiar
Isn’t so familiar after all
“Tangled”
The words are getting tangled
As they pass between my lips
They grow twisted and contorted
With every passing trip
You say you need some time
So you’ll avoid me for a while
You promise that we’ll still be close
But there’s reluctance in your smile
I never wanted what you asked for
Or for things to be displaced
I couldn’t give you what you wanted
So instead I gave you space
When I couldn’t handle waiting
I took to knitting hearts
But the yarn tumbled from my fingers
And our friendship fell apart
It’s the knotting of our strings
That keeps us terribly confined
And the fraying of loose ends
That unravel over time
One day you’ll grow entangled
As you dance on twisted threads
While the spider keeps on weaving
Catching insects in her web
“Another Wrinkle in Our Friendship”
Another wrinkle in our friendship
In a stretch of furrowed land
The creases sweep and undulate
And over time, expand
The seas do part and crash
As they weather wicked winds
Each wave rolls into its brother
For one ends as one begins
Lightning flashes overhead
And forecasts gushing rain
Friendship looks more like mountains
Than it ever does a plain
When days are etched in concrete
I long to be brand new
My fingers itch for solitude
And to forget the touch of blue
I pull apart the calendar
As each day passes by
I still can taste your question
And feel the sting of your goodbye
I wish you’d left me sooner
So I could at least regret
The night we took our clothes off
And the day in which we’d met
I remember feeling sober
In the morning after dawn
But something stirred within me
When the drunkenness had gone
“Glasses”
Glasses may improve your vision
But they cannot help you see
You cling to your religion
But it will not set you free
You follow paths that others set
But you never carve your own
Paint pictures of invented gods
So you won’t go alone
You claim to be in endless flight
But you fly on plastic wings
Thinly veiled and ill conceived
Like all synthetic things
The subtle hint of blackberries
That lingers on our lips
Rolling down each face and chin
Catching collars as it drips
The bittersweet nostalgia
When I lick the taste away
Remains seared into my memory
On a bright red summer day
She kisses him like passion fruit
But his mouth has fallen slack
As his thoughts are tinged with longing
For a boy who can’t love him back
His boy is off in the distance
With a girl that he’s outgrown
Her lips are stained with blackberries
And he yearns to be alone
She pressed her hand against his chest,
And felt the hollow beating sound
She wonders why these blackberries
Are the only love she’s found
As the purple blood stains our clothes
And the bitter taste seeps in
I cannot help but grimace
As I wipe the nectar from my chin
She inhales her smoke like perfume
And lets the smog seep past her skin
Turned to poison slipping slowly
Through the arteries within
She watches embers smolder
And lets her cigarette drag on
Choking back the fatal ashes
That she wished for all along
The cancer cells start building
Crafting cities in her lungs
And all the time she’s laughing
At the chaos she calls fun
Time swiftly runs past
But I’m perfectly still
Waves rolling like rapids
As I sit and distill
I watch from a distance
As clock hands glide by
I have fifty two days left
One blink of an eye
A sense of nostalgia
Sprinkles the air
Four years have gone
And I’ll never know where
“At Least I Kissed You”
Fast hands on cool hips
Your mouth on mine
You remained a stranger
But that’s perfectly fine
Just like twin towers
I could see the decline
Your heart turning away
But that’s perfectly fine
Our pulse racing faster
But our hearts on rewind
This moment means nothing
But that’s perfectly fine
Another pointless endeavor
So typically mine
But at least I kissed you
I wish things were fine
He lives in a mansion
Across the bay from the green
Never daring to cross the space in between
He walks in the shadows
Behind the mask of his guise
Only visible to T.J.’s wandering eyes
Extravagant parties
That raged all through the year
Hoping by chance that she would appear
He hears her low whisper
“I love you” in thin air
But he turns in the pool and no one is there
He walks down the shore
Trying to repeat the past
Unfortunately Daisy was driving too fast
When he reached out his arms
She turned out the light
To retreat back to her money and clear out of sight
