Love is like the heart losing its breath, and there’s only one person who can return the air. – Ash
Happy Valentine's Day, Everybody!
Category: Poetry
My Heart in a Bottle
Like a bottle in a vast ocean…I’m drifting
further and further from your beautiful shore, I float
my body breaking against violent waves
which pull me far far from the horizon
alone, I wade, no one around to hear me
for the longest days…the darkest of nights,
Oh, how I’ve prayed to be rescued
pulled ashore only by your hand
chipped and weathered
most of me empty,
nothing left but a note
two words I’ve carried with me for so long
hoping someday my message would reach you
fall from your lips and into your broken heart
…I’m sorry
From Dark
I walked in the shadows
before I knew any light
ashamed, guilty, and full of regret
my only out was running toward the dark
where I belonged
there, to slither between mistake after mistake
and masquerade with a beating heart
the scene, was set in rhythm and sweat
people would stare, stare straight through me
I wanted it…I deserved it
nobody allowed to peek beyond that curtain
to see who was in control, what was in control
all they did was help bury it deeper
beneath guise of a lie
then came the day where a key unlocked a clue
a tiny sparkling light
which found me, in await, to be let free
…from dark
The Elf All About Himself! (For the kids!!!)
Once upon a time, there was an angry little elf.
who thought of absolutely no one, but of only himself.
He’s always so mad, which made the other elves very sad,
with his complaints that work, work, work, was all they ever had.
Even his friends would call him mean and selfish.
“Why are you not nice? Why are you not elfish?”
No matter what they say, he swore he’d never listen,
because ending the holidays had become his evil elf mission.
What Does it Call For Tomorrow?
The ocean called out for me today
it’s salt carried to my lips by a piercing wind
a message kept from a childhood forgotten
Betrayal
Between fact and failure
I lay face down in muddied water
Neck broken, heart still
My sweat unrecognized, salts cold blood
For I am left behind
just like others
find me beneath the gallows
…at first sign of weakness
they will sip their drinks, sip faster
at the feet of false gods
in the name of the blinding rich
A Heart to Live, Not to Love
Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling me
Like it’s trying to feel something it once did before
Though, if I allow myself to give in to it’s longing
I’ll go and break it even more
