Heart PeicesHeart Peices10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I hope so much that we may talk for one brief moment today. I did not sleep last night, but stayed awake all night, reading your letters. Over and over. The largest smile fell across my face, as if it were a guided missile, falling towards it's target, and landing perfectly. I hope that the same fate befalls you. My heart was found this morning, littered across my floor. In shards. Yet as I remembered your face and put it back together, it did not cut me once. Rather fell into place, as if nothing had occurred. We have been brought to a point of perfection. To the extreme that I wonder if some of the heart pieces were not mine, but your own. For when I placed it back together, it seemed larger, and more full than before. There are times I had looked at my heart, and as viewing it, felt that it was misshapen. At times it seemed to hold too little. Like a sealed jar of water, slowly evaporating. And at other times it would press outward, reforming, and reshaping itself again,
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and
GunslingingGunslinging11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says the author at our building door,
"that there are no fires in Brooklyn."
But he is blind at 8:00,
and too easily persuaded by the dole of feminists
skinned by gabbling coins,
as good a donation as a hunger artist could hope for.
His only subjects of choice are
and the sexual affections of male ballet dancers;
but he has never broached them in the same conversation.
This is why. This is why,
when we hear him talking about fire,
we are all thrown from the memory
of our standard/gather-round/assumed positions,
and why we all
to find vacant plots on the cement around him,
and whip out our lighters and dear cigarettes:
agile, self-mangling gunslingers,
we have been prepared for this pleasant novelty
ice.coldice.cold11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've spent ten years walking through the snow
and it makes me nervous to know,
how you've floated by.
how you've spent these ten years
with the experience and knowledge.
ten years with the lights on.
I've just been drifting by.
walking through this snow which should have melted
i shouldn't be here.
I should just go.
Good-byeGood-bye12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day finally came,
the day to say good-bye.
A rainy day in July,
a day to fit the mood.
We stood in your room,
the walls bare and blue.
Put your charm 'round my neck,
said "it looks better there".
My tears flowed once more,
you drew me in close
and said "I love you".
I hung on for dear life.
Later the car pulls in,
the one to take you away.
Your bags packed, it was time,
the final moment arrived.
You hugged us all,
I was the last,
and picked up your bag,
walked toward the door.
There you dropped it,
with tears in your eyes,
you grabbed hold of me,
in a last desparate kiss.
We stood on the deck
as the car bore you off.
The time had come and gone,
the time to say good-bye.
About That NightI hear the monsters while Im dreaming,About That Night11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear them calling, I hear them screaming,
I hear them screaming out to me,
I want to come, I want to see.
Imbedded deep beneath the floor,
A life once had, shall be no more,
Screaming roses and thorns of pain,
Dear god help me, I've gone insane.
I can't find comfort, not at all,
Will you be there, to break my fall?
I see the mirror, I get the gun,
Then I fire, what's done is done.
Shards of broken glass in me,
That's all that I, could ever be,
No one cares to see inside,
The secrets of mine, they are to hide.
Curling in spirals down my head,
You see the blood, but am I dead?
My eyes they blink, their last blurry sight,
That's all I remember, about that night...