I sit here alone, reading some poems.

The people sleep, fallen deep.

The night is not night any longer.

Unconsciousness should have come long ago,

Yet here I remain wide awake.

Thoughts meander like a creek,

Flowing swiftly into its own wake.

A floorboard creaks;

A settling house is

Unsettling to its owner.

Outside the window, a raven's in flight - 

Perhaps it is to alight

On a pallid bust of Pallas?

Or perhaps it is only

Off to escape

Into a flight of fancy,

A dream.

Pretty Little Eyes

It was quiet,

it was bright.

I was squinting

into the light.

I tried to get you talking

but you stood there, staring out,

smiling coolly like the December sun -

your feet were right there next to mine

but you were nowhere near me;

I was the only one.

Yeah you're not what I thought you'd be

and I can't trust anything you say to me

because your pretty little eyes

are telling me pretty little lies

and I can't take any more of your shit.

We were happy

at the start.

But now I'm happy

when we're apart.

And once upon a time you asked for summer,

but when I brought it to you,

you only begged for the cold.

Once again you said this when really you meant that,

and when I did both I was still in the wrong - 

this whole deal is getting old.

Yeah you're not what I thought you'd be

and I can't trust anything you say to me

because your pretty little eyes

are telling me pretty little lies

and I can't take any more of your shit.

You look at me while I'm speaking

as if in my head you're seeking

that thing that makes me tick

like I'm interesting enough

to be taken apart and put together again

and I believe you,

I believe!

And I love you

because you love me

so lovingly (lovingly...)

I love you

because you love me

so lovingly (lovingly...)

You kiss me so gently like the breeze on the sea

And your merest touch sends thrills through me.

I feel your gaze as surely as your hand

which holds onto mine like you'll never let go

and I believe you,

I believe!

And I love you

because you love me

so lovingly (lovingly...)

I love you

because you love me

so lovingly (lovingly...)

Storm

Rain is pounding down. There are small rivers flowing down the windowpanes. It slaps at the walls and doors of the house, looking for an invitation to come in, but it is refused again and again. The people of the house are restless inside; all their plans are postponed until it dries out. It goes on and on into the night, and the people try to sleep. Without realizing it, they fall asleep to the sound of a slowing rain, a light pitter-patter instead of a downpour. There are no more rivers on the windows; now quiet drops form individually, eventually pooling together at the bottom. Tomorrow the people will wake up to the sun shining and the grass glowing green, with no other reminder of the night.

f a l l e n

I think

I've somehow

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against my will.

After all those years

of learning to crawl,

to walk,

to run,

and to stand firm,

it's all undone in two weeks

and two caring brown eyes

and I don't think

I care.

How can we believe in our sight?

Spiders and flies

have many eyes

and see the world on multiple planes.

We gaze through

our only two

and see the world in three dimensions.

What do we trust?

What's really there?

Do our brains or our eyes do the seeing?

Sometimes

Sometimes what I see is not what is.

There are colors in the blankness,

There is noise in the silence,

There is light in a vacuum;

Words inferred have not been said

And looks have gone unnoticed;

Dreams have been dreamt without sleep

And dark has not come with night.

Gravity

The boy.
The glass.
The knock.
The sudden slowing of time.
Gravity extends a hand.
It grips the glass
In its cool grasp
And pulls down.
Hard.
The glass shatters.
Gravity’s hand is cut
By a shard.
It is enough to loosen
Gravity’s hold for a moment,
Allowing the shards to
Bounce back up,
But sure-handed Gravity
Snaps back into action
And grabs hold once again.
The rebounding glass shards
Are pulled down again
And this time,
They stay there.
The boy, the shocked witness to
The struggle that was just fought,
Stares down at the defeated glass,
And runs.

children's [word]play

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words can break my heart.
Your looks can make me crumble,
and your silences tear me apart.
I don’t understand
this power you have
over the way I feel.
Your gaze, your look,
your feel, your touch,
all send me into a reel.
You are rubber,
I am glue,
your attention clings to me,
while mine bounces off of you.
This all was so much easier
when you were just a boy,
covered in cooties and playing in dirt,
and I wasn’t just some toy.
So please let go your hold on me,
I need to get some air.
I’m tired of always feeling this way.
You need to learn to share.

The Power of Nature

I never thought
purple and orange
went well together
until I saw the sunset.
I never knew 
you could see infinity
until I stared at the stars.
It always seemed
like the sky was untouchable
until I visited the mountains.
I always felt
the world was small
until I gazed out at the ocean.
I didn’t know
things could be both
delicate and strong
until I looked closely at a flower.
I forever believed 
you could not walk on water
until winter laid down 
a sheet of ice.
I never noticed
how interesting a tree is
until I watched it change 
from season to season.
I did not think
a plant could be hopeful
until I spied one 
peeking out from under the snow. 
It always appeared
that rain coated the world in gray
until I spotted the rainbow.
I always thought
nature was eternally calm
until I saw spewing volcanoes.
I never believed
there was a God
until I really looked.

I need to write...

I need to write but I don't know what to write because there's too many thoughts and I don't feel well - I don't mean physically for once in my life but mentally I can't believe this or anything anything at all really what am I doing I hate the nights now hate them hate them when did that happen I love the night but not now not here not without something to do something to say some place to be somewhere to be with you or them or us or we or whatever, just not here and now at night by myself in this room this room this high up room on the 32nd floor looking down down down all the way down to the street down below on the ground floor the ground but from up here way up high the ground is so little so teeny tiny little with teeny tiny people teeny tiny ant people and i'm up high where i'm still not big, i'm just me, just tiny me and i want to be big but not really just me but someone not famous but someone. Breathe. 

Haikus

No bird can ever

See the limits of flight - a

Dream beyond measure.

Fire's not exclusive -

Cold burns as effectively

as the mid-day sun.

Light pours down like rain,

the pitter patter of rays -

feeling happiness.

The moonlight shines through

my open windowpane - caught

on a patterned floor.

click me!

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