Although you have given me a stomach upset,
Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain,
A high-pitched laugh, a monumental phone bill,
A feeling of unworthiness, sharp pain
When you are somewhere else, a guilty conscience,
A longing, and a dread of what’s in store,
A pulse rate for the Guinness Book of Records -
Life now is better than it was before.
Although you have given me a raging temper,
......
I am a disaster,
Wallowing in self pity.
Delusions strong,
Paranoia in overdrive,
I am stalemate.
Stagnant.
Watching life pass
And I cannot move.
No dreams nor nightmares,
Lite hurts.
......
We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.
I bade it keep the world away,
And grow a home for only thee;
Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew,
Like mine, each day, more tried, more true.
The fault was grave! I might have known,
What far too soon, alas! I learn'd--
The heart can bind itself alone,
......
There on the table next to my vanity
Sits an omen to one’s fragile sanity
In a moment or a fit of inspiration
Great happiness and exhilaration
Each an elated precious bloom
I purchased flowers for my room
Who knew the vase I carefully selected
Clear clean glass never neglected
Over time would transform to a tomb
......
As you descend, slowly, falling faster past
you this snow,
ghostly, some flakes bio-
luminescent (you plunge,
and this lit snow doesn't land
at your feet but keeps falling below
you): single-cell-plant chains, shreds
of zooplankton's mucus food traps,
fish fecal pellets, radioactive fallouts,
sand grains, pollen....And inside
......
I read, like an open book
All others can see the words written on my pages.
I contain tales, read as secretive,
A hushed whisper that only a handful have seen.
But how many times has this booked been checked out?
A sea of white masks, deadpan through the years
So cherished once, now faded, emotionless.
Forgotten both to me, and I to them.
......
Prototype
Born in ruin, simply to be discarded,
Oh what a beautiful sight.
Ubiquitous eyes regarded,
In hell do thine eye trust.
A single stroke on a canvas, is hardly recognized,
Oh, a portrait of an era’s recorded beauty in thy sight.
Man's might slay lions, release thieves.
Carried around in rhythmic sounds.
The prototype, is resigned, to night, as
......
Eyes let the morning light in
And a shallow breath of dread greets the cold floor with mockery
The burn of disparity groans
And seats isolation in a crowd of foreign faces
Silence brings comfort
And song brings an unfamiliar pain that festers beneath the surface
Intimacy steering as distant as the unknown
......
oops
poke.
it starts small.
a finger finds that soft place
beneath my ribs—
where hope
used to sleep—
and presses.
just once.
poke.
......
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
......