Monthly Archives: September 2012

Reprieve

Moody night, brooding clouds
I wander through
pages heavy with
confessions
I need you
to take away my pen.

I was
so far away from home
I was there
in your arms, in your bed
so far away
covered in your sweat and
bite marks
I was
not here.

The months, the seasons
we shared, so happy
return
again
your shadow lurks
everywhere.

Stop coming around
please
the part of me that
loved you
still cries
when you remind me
how I broke
your heart.

I’m tired of talking
kiss me quiet
tired of thinking
fuck me silent.

Submitted for OpenLinkNight at dversepoets.com


The Things You Crave

“Yes,” I thought,
“I understand this”. The need
to have someone break you
wide open
take your fight
so you can breathe
feel
sense
because it’s impossible
to let go
alone.

That blinding yourself
bracing yourself
swallowing your cries
is a kind of
meditation
just the rhythmic
soothing
*crack*, *slap*
that resets the beat
of your jittery soul.

Your senses are
sharper
the sounds recede
but the silence
hums
a frequency that is more
like the rushing of your
blood, your life force
through your veins, not
the stop-and-go static
in your ears, your mind.

“Yes, I understand”,
the pretty facade. The shiny
veneer the public sees
the jolting and
profoundly
lonesome
realization
that all those strangers
these acquaintances
this family have
no idea
of the thoughts in your mind and

the things you crave.

 

#OpenLinkNight 62 at dversepoets.com