Dead to me

I speak your name.  You lay still and rotten. The perfume of the flowers you hold have been forgotten. Your skin is discolored, though its softness lingers, I cannot stroke your hair lest it cling to my fingers. Your eyes are darkened and unsupported. Your hands are pruned.  Your face is contorted. I fail to recall your beauty, as hard as I try. I move to kiss you. your lips are dry.

Undying Hope

"I'm in love!" I said, as I looked bright eyed at the lovely gentleman on the other side of the fence. My friend replied with a simple, yet meaningful inquisitive noise.

"I mean, I don't quite know what love is, but I'm fairly certain it's something like this." My eyes followed the man as he walked slowly toward me, waiting to meet his eyes. As he drew closer, my heart fluttered and my breath quickened. I felt warm and hopeful and when he finally looked at me, I was overcome with joy. But he only met my gaze for a moment... and kept walking.

My friend laid back down, but I watched the gentleman as he walked away. He paused beyond my reach, said something, and the next gate was opened. I strained to see what was happening. I saw him kneel down. I saw him smile and heard his laugh. It filled me with such emotion I could not even comprehend. He stood again, and I stood tall, but he passed by without even noticing me. There was a puppy in his arms. Another puppy. I so wanted to be his.

"Everyone passes by the older dogs" her friend sighed, "You'll get used to it."

But she was wrong. It still hurts every time.

Come Hang Out With Me

Hello? Hello?

Is someone there?

I can hear your softest breath

I can feel your stare

I'm quite accustomed to silence

my solitude is not rare

But your presence is disturbing

because you're sneaking isn't fair

If you wish to keep me company

I have time I'm glad to share

Just reply to my 'hello'

and pull yourself up a chair

I'll even let you braid my hair.

I Awoke And Saw Him

"They come" he said.

"They come?" I questioned.

He nodded solemnly and looked out the window into the dark. My eyes stayed on him.

"Where do they come from?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"Oh, all over." His nonchalant tone sent a shiver up my spine and I could feel it tingle on the outermost layer of my skin.

"What are they coming for?"

"For us." he said. I uncrossed my legs and climbed into his lap. He put his arm around me. I rested my head on his chest and looked down into the blankets. He continued looking out the window.

"What will they do to us?"

He gave me a squeeze.

Our silence filled the spaces in the room between the flickering of the candle on the desk.

We stayed like that in each others arms for what seemed like nearly an hour. Then his muscles tensed and I realized I could hear music in the distance. He was right. They were coming.

I'm Running With The Wolves Tonight

Listen for me howling. 

Watch for my tracks in the snow... 

but do not follow.. 

oh no.. 

do not follow... 

For the moon looks down with delight 

at the poet who makes her so

And the stars are sleeping tonight 

behind the vale of her glow

But they can hear me howling 

with the wolves down below

And if you find my tracks in the snow.. 

do not follow.. 

oh no.. 

do not follow.

The Doom

They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end,
The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies.
The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned,
Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned
The city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned
The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned.

The Words That Were Lost

Last night I wrote a poem inside of my head.
I didn't use paper because I was already in bed.
I just now remembered it existed at all.
But what it was about, I can no longer recall.
I think that I thought that it was quite good.
I cannot recollect it, I wish that I could.
Tonight I'll leave a pen and some paper nearby.
So I won't have to stir if another comes to mind.
Little is worse than forgetting sweet thoughts.
My heart truly breaks for the words who are lost.