Friday, June 17, 2011

d34lbr34k3r

And why does her gawd let
her play these games?
Frequently hollowing out
each hastily crafted word
just to prove she could.
Left with shells and no context,
we’ll rally those in need of
wide-eyed sunsets.
And make them blink just in time.
Initiative back breakings,
the deal breaker.

Twiddling Thumbs

Graphic.
Art taped to the inside of
my slightly slowing eyelids
cast shadows on clocks; illuminating
time left to kill.
Hesitantly, I believed everything
he told about the truths of hell.
Remember to feel.
I lied until even I believed me.
Truth and feeling intertwined in
mounting messes on my floor, and
thus far I still don’t see the connection…
I remembered to remember but
forgot to feel, and all I can hear
is Ben ringing in my ears
because everyone knows that
God Loves A Challenge.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Second Chances

Broken lungs
and on the way back down
heart thought to say so.
Stuck on repeat or so it seems
but I’d never admit a difference.
Captivation was key in transforming
a we, or us, or both if you must.
And I think I do.
Hold your tongue until everyone is seated,
arrangements completed, and
dreams seized until they’re needed.
Not entirely sure when that’ll be,
you turn to me and doubt the belief
that never is a state of mind.
In time, my little temper trap;
this world? Yours and mine.