Make Up Your Mind

let me go.

NO,

don’t let me go all the way.

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Unbelievable

unbelievable

how much i have changed.

my covers are clean and sparkle

under the bright lights shining down on me.

and i smile when i go off to sleep

because i know in the morning who i will meet,

so i grab hold of life and air

and roll off the bed with effortless grace.

so much grace,

draped down on me but held light and tender on my shoulders.

what was dirty

and mucky

and horrible

and stunk,

is now white as snow.

white as snow.

nowhere to hide because daybreak is no longer a curtain

and there is no theater or seats or dreadful laughter.

night is light and no longer is there a struggle with

hands to my throat

and grave whispers in my ear.

it is unbelievable

how i have changed,

those voices have come to adore me.

 

 

Half Past One

If you knew the thoughts floating in my head half past one, would you hand me a bible or would you hand me a gun?

Would you give up on me? Throw in the towel on my behalf? Tell me,

It’s unfixable.

Drown out all bellowing yells of victory and point and lead me to where darkness hides best–in myself. 

Or.

Or would you tell my frail heart to stop feeding me lies my spirit despises? 

Would you cradle my mind into your sacred arms and take me by the hand and walk with me?

 Even when it gets dark enough to hear evil howl, will you still walk with me? 

I beg of you,

Walk with me.

I Can Hear The Echo.

A touch,

A smile,

A glance.

All internalized into my little head.

It’s not like I’m desperate to hold you,

To be held by you.

But it’s cold in here and I’ve been here alone for quite some time.

I can’t call this love,

It isn’t even infatuation.

It’s pure attraction.

Your eyes and your hair that falls to your neck, sweeping past your ears.

I have a lot of time to stare and think but the more I look, the more I can’t breathe.

It’s the passion that’s enticing.

The moment where our eyes meet and I’m carried back to safety.

I’m safe in my house but,

I’ve been here alone for quite some time.

Hypnotized By A Stranger

I’ve looked at you a million times by now and somehow I still find something worth gazing at. You stand with your head slightly to the sky and my eyes follow to the heavens you must be equally stunned by. I can’t see your eyes from where I’m standing but I imagine them to be something like a tossing ocean. Unsettling but hypnotizing, sending anyone who looks upon them into a deep, deep sleep. Your hair, a swirl of brown and, is that orange? Yet another thing I have discovered about you. My oh my, you’ve got my head in the sea.