Poems

Striding through the halls Stalking through the stalls The memories never meant to be Opportunities never seized Moments always ceased And now within these halls, They are chasing. The echo of a word unspoken Another forgotten token Of gratitude, Times are tense, others are always stolen The tilting seems almost obtuse. An action forgotten within Did the courage run away with the wind? Painting memories of what could have been Forced to learn with them, Regret, contemplate, cut from the stem. The flowers that never got to bloom, Their petals are withered But the seeds were true. The garden begun and forgot  Each seed, remembrance left to rot. The remaining roots are in a glass, Passing by it, time doesn't seem so fast. Echoes of the past Are crawling up the room Of everything that didn't last Of everything not meant to. Finished walking through treasures, Obituaries bathed in falsehood,  Shattered under pressure, But their writings stood Halting briefly to contemplate, Did eve...

Raven eyes watch  from aching shadows,  as maroon gowned love  dances across blurring lines into sin-soaked obsession. An infested melody of possession and— a shackling guilt serving only to bind unfortunate souls in a devilish waltz, a knife and a mask glimmer under candle light. Feverish skin sweats cold, still you must move. Force aching limbs to glide  seamlessly from twirl to box step, a single twitch out of a place  would be a fate worse than life. Could death be salvation? For the hopeless— even the end can be more merciful than the pains of a dull and hopeless life, yet— still you fight, even as sharp pain grinds against calloused feet and scarred arms. His grip, rough and ruthless, shows no weakness, stumble no more. Dance elegant as doves and fight fierce as eagles. Or else, you'll lose. And of course losing has a tithe. A payment of memories, not yours of course -  but his. If you lose, lover becomes  stranger once more. For eternity. 

Oh my sweet angel, Ask me if I love you, And if I would kiss you beneath the moonlight. But it's raining, dear; she's weeping. And to kiss is just a daisy Upon a grave's damp dirt. Ask me why I haven't left yet, And I'll whisper, The moon is so beautiful tonight. She sings just for you, And it'll be beautiful every night, Whether you hear her sing or not.

The moon and I Walk side by side. I fear no dark, For its beautiful stars. The moon and I— Both filled with scars, Both went through hundred miles. Yet— The moon and I Walk side by side by side. The moon shines so bright, So bright, That it covers my flaws. The moon escaped this path, As the sun forced it away, Leaving my flaws everywhere, Hoping for the dark to be back. For that, I walk alone In this endless road The moon and I once walked, Before the sun’s force.

 The ways you loved—petals that flutter fervour. I lo ved you with no favour, but vapours in my depression soddens the paper couture. My apologies lose their wings, flying through embracing looking glasses—peek me clear. Underneath three later months paper plane dates, picnic nights in text, pleasure found in my perception. I showed you love, in ways more than one. I wish our time was spent below the phones over our eyes. I am no sober life—sadness intoxicates the heart. I pleased myself, knowing your honest eyes saw me as your only tie. The things I did—quills expressed valour. It’s grand as much allure pulls your head to lean into mine. Keep me guarded in disheartened joy. Autumn flees the Winter cry –frostbite woes– You changed my tears to flow out my heart, concealing inside emotions, and the backburner it goes. Your sobs, I feared. The way I dealt your cards sent me through rocked convulsions, turning my soul to ghosts. Spooked myself and slammed the book shut. I love you ever...

 There was a time in my life When I wanted to love you. I wanted to hold you, To melt in your touch. I would wait by the sea Because I knew  That you’d always come for me. I’d wait, Shells in my hands. Every shiny mussel— Every little clam. I waited every night For you to call me. I needed to know That you could care. So the night I sat By that empty shore— I knew you wouldn’t come. You never did. But still, I sat, Each night, Shells in my hands. Every shiny mussel— Every little clam. The times of my life Were all spent with you. All of my joys, Filled with the smell of  Your perfume; So tonight I wait. I’ll sit by the shore, I’ll fill my hands. I’ll remember the way  The sun hit your face: A thousand rays of light, And still I’d choose you. Every night, Until the sea pulls me in, I will wait for you. Even if I know You never would.