I want you to know 5-24-12I want you to know: A hastily scrawled poem from during a phone conversation... (5/24/12)More Like This
I want you to know you're absolved,
you haven't done any wrong,
that all the hurt that I feel now is welcomed,
that I'm thankful I can still feel it.
I want you to know I felt like I was talking to a ghost when you called,
someone who had already disappeared from my life,
someone who was gone before I could say goodbye,
I'm still lingering on those last seven letters that you said.
I want you to know I will always be here,
until the very end,
until everything else if gone and I know there's no more hope,
but, there is still some.
A peace lily still grows among the ashes,
A tearful goodbye still waits off on the horizon,
And all the good we did one another has yet to have its last victory,
it's last boast for all that life should be,
All that friends should be.
I want you to know that I've thrown out everything else
but the fond memories,
the streaks of light along the night sky that lasted for onl
Save Me a Page 5-9-12Save me a Page 5-9-12More Like This
Save me some clear space,
overlooking a fold in the paper
where I can wander and dabble in
the blue ink of the open sky.
I need to rest there,
on the endless, undying plains of snowy white,
while graphite shaded clouds gather in the distance,
to clear my conscious and thoughts with
the music of mind and pen.
Give me the soundproof plateau,
the cliffs over which I can hurl my frustrations,
all my worries and anguish,
all things I have or will ever suffer,
let them land on beds of prose,
and let them lie there until eyes lift them.
Let me recover myself here,
seek out the buried pieces of precious being,
and the hopes that lost themselves.
I want to find them here on my own,
illuminate them with language,
and capture them forever on this,
your gift to me,
save me a page.