I dreamt of you the other night:The white of your neck,Silhouetted by starry hair,Your crooked smile seemed to say,"If you have a problem, deal with it."While you moved to a song only you heard,Golden eyes gleaming with secrets thoughts,And your sharp personality cutting every word. But then I remembered,Your eyes were a pale green,Like a … Continue reading Worse to be Simply Forgotten?
It feels cruel to beDistant from your soft dark smile,A grazing glance keeps me strong. It seems cruel to me:Smiles behind the patina,Of a well-worn wedding band. It is cruel to see,The cracks in our smiling masks.Comedy or Tragedy?
What I would not give,my dear,To spend another day,right here,Knowing yesterday never ends,with you,And that tomorrow never comes,For you.
You sighed when I spoke last, Kissed me coldly, with pity, And with a caress of my cheeks, You leave. But never gone. You linger on, A faded memory, A phantom pain, To be carried by me, always, Because I cared a little too much, And you never really cared enough, Or maybe it was … Continue reading Guilt, not Regret
I hope there is a God,Because I need something to hate,For giving me the capacity to love,And for recognizingThe feelings you cannot reciprocate. I hope the Devil exists,Because then surely there is hell,For if there is no purpose to my pain,Then it follows,There is no end to end well. So I lie awake every night,Cursing … Continue reading Godless Porcupines
I took the train out from North York, staring at my phone and the last three messages I sent into the silent, digital maw. I bit back bitter tears, thinking that maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time... with the wrong person. Luckily, most wrong places have train stations out.
Shimmering like a lighthouse beam, My voice goes out to you at sea, To say there's no safe haven here, Beware the rocks, stay safe and clear, Pass on in the calm of the night, Or in the storm take heed my light, Don't thank me, just do as you do, I do this, because … Continue reading A Lighthouse Beam
Luna wept to behold her visage,Upon the inner lakeshore of Skye,And on the precipice of the rocky crags,Her tears ran like vinegar light,Rivulets of her loneliness dissipating, Smelling of burnt sap and children's sighs,While I found myself growing old,Drowning in her long lost love.
Along the coastline,A broken-hearted lover,Blooms with eau de salt. A flowery scent,Carried by a hot Spring breeze,Mingles tears with hope. In the midland towns,With opened windows released,Hidden flowers bloom. A lonely fool sighs,Drearily glances outside,Sniffs, whispers "Lilies." The breeze dies, winds cool,The scent lingers on moonlight,Recalled in sad dreams.
Outside my window,The thrush tweets in the warm air,A song I wish you could hear. I stopped to listen,The city noises ring loud,But I hear you, still, singing.