Passion

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

Blind

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

Dependence

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