Monday, August 19, 2013

Love and the Storm

Love before the storm

it is quiet
everything so beautiful
even her scowl
seems to turn you
she the rock
you cant help but wave yourself back to
ever breath she takes
turns you
you silk cocoon
she blessed you
made you so small
all hers
so honored to oblige

Love after she shatters 

a room lined with cracked rain boots
water wont stop falling
she a straight spine
in your direction
your call a surrender
treason against the quiet
where the fuck did your body go
and your mind
and the silent pieces of night
you once carried as a shield
where the fuck is the love
you said shes build you a home with

how the fuck am i supposed to build another home without walls
when she proved physics dont bow down to love
the way you loved to
for her

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

5 memories i wish werent mine

5 memories i wish werent mine

you are a yellow faced dandelion
a cracked stem with no tomorrow
you are a sour excuse of a life fated away
i am m too caught in my own curly haried youth
to notice a last moment before its gone

i am the corner of the room
sterile and still
you are the sight of a soul leveled and leaving
i am a every mistake i ever made
every time there wasnt enough attention paid
you are 7 or 8
and gone. a child frozen without a future
and i am still alive
because i say you leave but didnt see you go

i only imagined the fire from the ruble
my own piece of the story
i didnt feel the heat
but know the way it would crackle a foundation

i am a sister to a 5 years old with a best friend in heaven
how the fuck do you explain that?

every time i think you might stay
every morning you promised u had changed
every time i realized you were exactly the same

there is no time that lost love can erase

boys with morals
and best friends with no respect
a handle of vodka and no one to share it with
drive drive beautiful
drive yourself into night
cover you body with the sheet of his skin
build a home in his body with your lips
drive, drive beautiful
dont mind me
ill talk to you,
in the morning

Monday, August 12, 2013

Newton's Law

on the morning you wake up
to find
your flesh separating from the bone
and the sun whispering through the curtains of your eyelids
peel yourself from the skin of your couch
pull your breath from the rest it requests
find the pride you left yourself in the corners
do not wait for the walls to blink you through

when the window in your heart has finally closed
and love is so lost
there is no wind left
the civil war in your blood has paused
move yourself away for the still of your home
somewhere to teach you to recognize movement
so the next time someone leaves you
you know it in her shaking
rather than through all the shattering space you find in her departure

When the thunder begins
Dance your way back to the sea
Surrender the weight of your casing to the ocean
remember what it is like to be held by something that breathes
call out her name
as the tide falls through you
until you can imagine the scent of her return
wish her image into the rip of the sea at your ankles
remember the peace of her pull at your hips
the wet of her kiss
cover your body with the memory of her grasp

forget the girl you were in new york city
and the turmoil she gave you
forget the way you tumbled yourself
crossing the continent to catch her breath
forget the wind trying to push itself through your heart
keep the glass pain shut
forget the crackle call of closure
crawl yourself
back to your center of the world

move your body
do not be still
do not be left behind
do not forget to look for the shake of departure in her eyes
the quiet quiver of a drunken mistakes disguise
dance all the move back into your body
until all earth is just a still marble trying to hold you
conquer the weight of gravity
remember the way it once made you so still you forgot you were alive

remember the morning you woke up without your skin
how you had to find pieces of yourself in the memory of mistakes
and all the love you left unmade
remember what happens to a set of bones that fails to stay in motion
and a that woman who gives herself to a closed window
is never more than a whisper condensating on a glass pain
she will always fade
not even her breath will remember her name