Composed 4/15/15
Description: For Day 15 of NaPoWriMo.
Don’t brush love with your hands
Don’t speak sweet
I’m too weak today
I might touch those lips
I might take your hand
For a moment
And wrench it behind your back
Composed 4/15/15
Description: For Day 15 of NaPoWriMo.
Don’t brush love with your hands
Don’t speak sweet
I’m too weak today
I might touch those lips
I might take your hand
For a moment
And wrench it behind your back
Composed 3/4/15 (polished up today)
Description: Ever think you’re a well-adjusted person who is dealing rather well with life and then something like this pops out?
One of those poems that came from a half-second feeling and ran away…
I love you because you are my weakness
My masochism personified
A knife taunting every nerve in me
A poison I take willingly
With you I feel
It’s pain but it’s passion
You’re sugar that rots
Warm, searing flame
I want to burn away
I will die
But I’ll die screaming
And right now the pain
Is the closest thing I have to love
Composed: 1/10/14
Description: I am increasingly coming to find that, when I am with people, I am extremely auditory. I listen. But visually? One of my greatest weaknesses is inattention.
My blindness is not black
It’s a cross-eyed blur
I’m lost in the sounds
And in the maze of my mind
I hear
Reconstruct
And forget to see
Forget reality
And then again I fall behind
I’m awake just
Blind
Composed 11/19/13
Description: n/a
Is that what it will take?
Downturned lips and
Tear glazed eyes
Dainty sniffs
And hopeless sighs?
A slump, a funk
A bad day, bad week
My mother dies
My grades: all Cs?
If that’s what it takes
A need to be saved
I’ll hold out my hope
Another man, another day.
Composed 7/25/13
Description: My response to We Drink Because We’re Poets’ Thursday Poetry Prompt: Weakness. What is weakness? There are many different kinds of weakness I could write about, but this one spoke to me this evening….
when ice water shoots through my heart
and bugs bite beneath my skin
you tie me up in puppet strings
and stand me on my feet
step
by
step
you lead me through
but the wind whips briskly still
and your strings
twist and tie and trip
and slip off of my wrists and feet and then
step
by
step
I fall
my arms
my legs
they’re frozen now
my heart
my head
their pain throbs new
when I’m forced to walk on my own feet
my strength starts and stops
with you