Sunday, January 29, 2012

Hedgerow

Winter was quickly descending, but
The hedges grew wild with excitement,
Feeding on Autumn’s last breath.
The vines, they climbed
Down to the raging sea,
Strangling Expectation and
Desecrating Hope’s remains.
Waves of despair crashed
Upon the brow of Faith
And tore the veil of Desire
From its resting place.
The walls, unable to resist
The hand of Disappointment,
Let through a zephyr of Nostalgia.
A final surge of remembrance
Expanded, contracted,
And extinguished the light. 

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Quicksand

You're quicksand
Sucking me in,
You weigh me down,
You wear me thin.

A bottomless pit,
I can see no end,
No light up above,
No hero, no friend.

So down I go,
Losing my sight in your eyes,
I gave you my light
And you brought my demise.

But worst of all,
You had no clue,
My secret, now lost,
You never knew. 

Punched-Out

Your shift is over,
It’s the end of the night,
Better stamp your time card,
Lock up and turn off the light.

A twelve-hour day
And you simply sat on your ass,
Thinking your charming smile
Would get you another free pass.

So don’t be surprised
When you get to work in the morning
And your locker’s cleared out,
Because I gave you fair warning.

Nevertheless, it was expected,
Predictable given your age,
So I left your final cheque in the mail,
No overtime, just minimum wage.

And if you should ever need a recommendation,
Don’t bother coming to me,
Without the favors I used to do,
You could never afford my fee. 

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Fool's Gold

I was caught in a stalemate
Between heart and mind,
And Love stood
To knock me blind.

At every step I begged
Reason to reign
But Charm was a stronger
Ball and chain.

I finally fell,
My hands on the ground,
You captured my heart,
Had it gagged and bound.

Silence at last
From the lies you told—
I gave you my heart,
And you gave me fool’s gold. 

Natural Disaster

 An asteroid, you crashed in my path,
Sent to me from the Heavens above,
A care package from the Stars, with love.
But they neglected to warn me of the aftermath—

When the smoke cleared and the heat cooled,
And the flame-lit horizon disappeared,
Dreams quenched gave way to the emptiness I feared,
And I raised my head to the Skies that had me fooled.

The once smiling Stars now smirked
And showered me with pain,
For as they say, it pours when it rains,
And I knew then that Lightening would strike from the shadows where he lurked.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Nothing but Foam

The sun set too early,
The moon rose too soon,
But he wasn’t bright enough
To light up the blue lagoon.

Blindly, she searched
Through Darkness’s heart,
Hoping to reach on the other side,
But she was two worlds apart.

So, when the sound of waves broke the silence,
She marched instead toward the shore,
And in the starlit foam,
She lost her soul forevermore.

Closing the Door

I wonder if you understood
What I was trying to say.
I think you did. You must have.
For you know me in every way you could.

Can’t you see what’s going on in my mind?
Look close, look hard, deep into my eyes,
And behind all the tears
I’m sure the answer you’ll find:

Just stay a little longer, stick around for a while,
Rest your head against my shoulder
And lay your hand on my heart
To keep it safe from the trial—

Inevitable, the affliction I’ll face,
But just give me five more minutes
And surrender to a sweet snooze
Until you leave and give me my space—

A blessing in disguise, space from signals crossed,
Distance from your confusing gaze,
Freedom from the burden that I bore for you,
Peace from the pain of so many chances lost.

It’s always hard when you want something more,
So I left you with the words that I wouldn’t express aloud,
The feelings that I wanted to suppress but couldn’t,
But maybe, baby, now that you’re gone, I can finally
Close the door.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Packing Snow

The fallen snow molds herself to the branch
And takes shape along the bark.
She lays quiet and undisturbed.
Dependent on lifeless support,
She clings for her life,
Fearing the ground below.
Every snow flake, subdued,
Embraces the edge so rough,
And she hopes that her
Internal strength is enough.
But when the wind finally takes its mark—
Ready, set, go—
It blows her off into a brook nearby
Where she melts into the water’s flow.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Beastly

At the very least,
You inspired me...

Perhaps that was your only relevance,
A fairytale gone wrong
That made me suffer, but made me strong,
Strong enough to desire your absence.

Unfair it is, how you move my pen
To divulge the thoughts in my heart so true,
Unjust, how my words shall immortalize you
So your name will be remembered even in Heaven.

Like a winter snowstorm
You arrived in a flurry,
Made my sight blurry,
Made me weak and lose form.

But the snowflakes that fell
Soon turned into ice;
The frost made me cold when I used to be nice,
Caring and compassionate, a typical Belle...

I might not have been your beauty,
But you were definitely a beast.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Neverlasting

It was nice,
That feeling—
Like a breath of fresh air,
Shooting upward like a rocket
About to light the sky.

But, unlike the rocket,
It didn’t light up the sky—
Out I breathed,
And all I had left was
Carbon dioxide.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Don't Leave Me Hanging

I didn’t need to be here again.
I was doing fine.
I was accepting.
I was happy.
And then you smiled
And drove a ripple
Through the calm.
You brought me back to this place,
This place I had tried to forget,
This place I never wanted to see.
How foolish I was,
That I thought I could forget,
That I thought I could escape, avoid.
So, here I am.
Now,
Where are you? 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Fire through my Veins

My heart beat its frustrated wings against my chest.
Your hips guided mine as my eyes
Searched your gaze—restless—
Until I discovered an answer,
And, although their efforts were not in vain,
I begged to play a different game, for
The fire I found burned.

Desire lit your eyes and projected
A passion that scorched my heart
And rattled the cage that restrained it.
The fire bled smoke into my veins,
And hope’s breath became constricted
As I slowly realized that our bodies
Spoke the same language, but
Our hearts did not.

Never a Gardener

The grounds are empty,
But for the withered remnants
Of beauty once lived,
Where love once bloomed.

The absence of Sun
Through winter’s long hours
Brought naught but death
And destruction upon
Once perfectly pruned flowers.

The weathered path
That led to the street
Would soon be covered with weeds,
As the silence of winter
Would soon be interrupted
By the humming of spring.

Then, I could plant seeds anew.
But not just any seed would do.
They must be the most viable,
Able to withstand any trial of weather,
Be it the onslaught of snow or drought.

They must be the sweetest smelling,
And diffuse the happiest perfume.
They must reflect my peace of mind,
The musings and arrangements of my inner-eye.

Pity, then, that I harbor in my heart
A loathing for gardening.