Shorts

Flashing hungry eyes
Terrified of lies (but only if I cry)
Poems of tomorrow, I surmise
will into portraits arise
Dark creatures lie with a sinister smile and inviting eyes
Eyeing the prize of a plan not executed
Properly

Proper figments of disguise
Shielding my lies, but wait,
I don't lie, I only try
yesterday's truths into tomorrow's byes
I decide
I control the sides of which stories I tell

Short-lived, short life, short cries
of temporary joy and reflecting upon my actions
I am victor, always
Good night.

Archaeology

Clouds collapse on each other feeling
They've had their share of my burden
Mirrors transcend the powder you dust on my face
Painting me the way you want that day

It's wrinkled, you know, wrinkled and crow feet and fossils and dinosaurs and archaeology
But you assume me to break upon command,
Laugh upon words you feed to
others who differentiate not the blurred line
flying between perfection and possibility

Ah, I'd have you know every detail
But details remain fragments of complete truths I refuse to tell
You pretend to think to know to see through
but my outer layers and think we'd
intersect and intertwine
Cards and tricks I cannot mine
till beacons of hazy nights swallow mysteries into
the story of a time

Once in a limelight
Twice in a green light
Inconstant feelings sigh

Brick Stones Unknown

Promise of a possibility
Wandering into brick stones unknown, and I
Break into a thousand shores, sure I
Ripped inside a tainted mind, following a
Promise of a path

Fingers losing their tension, their strength
Falling into toys of the player
Puppet on a string
I knew the master but he told me
I fly too high
Scolds me for my decisions, and I
Leave him with excuses to justify the
Quiet murmur in my mind

Walls swimming into papers on walls and
Air bubbling in clouds of unreality
Something escapes me
What words? And what feels?
Who feels? Who blurs
the fashion of the blacklight
Beaming on brisk fantasies and
Fade

Out My Window

Shades of inner gray color the words I cannot find,
sharing three sides of the same story
Blue cuts into gray skies, just as I
Swallow and sing each breathy lyric and meet
the disillusioned me bursting into ballad but
stay above the surface

Sentence.

Distilled water

Illuminates the thoughts to

Save two lives and

I

Leave light spirits heavy in the

Lateness of the hour

Unless I

Sacrifice roots for

Sentiments uncontrollably falling

Into a pattern

Of deliberate, sloppy

Nothingness.

Carefree Caresses & Careful Goodbyes

Sidestepped you drive off into a
Delusional sunset
Dawn breaks over your face and then
Nothing?

I'll say I understand,
you'll pretend to comprehend
the myriad of overflowing thoughts
Crowding the abyss of my mind and thinking
Shall I dwell? Nay,
I shant, for the weak dwell in the
crevasses of their overly complicated complications

Apathy, that's the word
They knew it best
I'd spent much time drawing your description
But it's simple, you see

Simultaneously I cannot state
the reasons I want to hear
trickling down a chocolate river
rich with delicacy and deliberation

Ah, that's the feeling that once was
Now falling behind
A child running to its mother,
only to find
a stern engraving in a carved stone
carefully crafting the history in my mind

Carefree caresses turn to careful goodbyes
Stuck in the throat of time
Find the reasons to say
Dreams aren't always the way
To clear yesterday's today

Sentiments you shared not
But realize I don't stop
to smell the flowers from last week

It's time to say
This lovesong is done
Best wishes, good luck, good day

Hunger For Joy

Dried lips, milky teeth, and a calm stare
Countdown to the day I
Dream, not think, of a blue plane
Sharing some kind of hue to
Make a heart beat carefully
Calculated traces of silver
Lining the chambers of my heart
Thinking, "Where go you?"

Simper, and breathe louder
and softer
and sweeter
and simpler
Simply to see
me

No use, infiltrating the leaves of my thoughts
Writing a sensitive symphony of
Brown sugar candies holding out
For me.

Resolution for the strength to carry the wits of a thousand laughs,
a million seconds saved
Wondering if I should conceal, reveal, or lie

Flimsy things these heartstrings are
Plucking a chord inside a youthful, eternal, forever spring
But see, life is stronger than emotions,
or so I convince myself

These days, I'll scale the surface of this screen
Water stays still and
Vibrations will be stifled
By the hunger for
Joy.