I Love You For TryingDarling, glue cannot hold me together,I Love You For Trying in Free Verse More Like This
no more than it could a tower collapsing.
Scalpels cannot reach the cause of my pain,
you won't find it,
and you might as well stitch up melting ice.
Medicine is temporary,
just like a bandage,
with the sour after taste of money.
I am a puzzle that you want to solve,
but how can you
if I don't know myself?
I know you want to fix me;
honey, I am already broken,
but I love that you keep trying.
Anatomy of DepressionI watch the world go by through my windowpane eyes,Anatomy of Depression in Free Verse More Like This
and it turns my kaleidoscope mind.
My lips are a cave by a turbulent sea;
my voice a lonely echo
conversing with itself
because of the big empty within.
My arms witch for water,
but my hands only ever hold deserts.
My skin is a playground
wrapped up in caution tape,
casting chalk outlines
of the body it follows.
My heart cries out in mutiny
against my kaleidoscope mind
as my feet dig deeper in indecision - -
I can feel them taking root in the clay.
AshesI kneel before the ashes of what once was,Ashes in Free Verse More Like This
and cry my bleeding heart out, because
the ashes are a part of me,
the part that cannot speak or see.
I will weep for them, as they burned for me.
don't let the wind blow thee away.
suddenly lost and gone astray.
Oh, ashes, ashes..
Now I fall down.
The Demanding EtherI would ratherThe Demanding Ether in Free Verse More Like This
not come up for air
I don't want to die
it's just calmer down here
the demanding ether
I wish for a while
that the bath tiles
would absorb all this energy
at the quiet places
that are so hard to find
hidden deep within me
I'm sure they won't mind
their cool, white faces
seem to agree
But my lungs start to burn
I have to return
so I float to the surface
take in the air
I feel peaceful
InvocationSpeak to me of poetic theory.Invocation in Free Verse More Like This
Spill your soul
and paint the world in visions
the color of your heartbeat.
I covet your creativity,
but as a gift most freely given.
Strike my eyes with light
and spark my hands with inspiration,
for they have been dull
and clumsy as of late.
this damn muse