Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Taste


Leave me with something to remember, 
my hands through your hair, 
tangled in Egyptian cotton sheets.

Leave me with a memory so sweet,
I can taste it each time we meet.

Monday, April 15, 2019

Tragic Song

Here I am again,
Friends with the night.
An emptiness takes over while my thoughts take flight.

I'm dusted by the desert moon,
The sound of coyotes distant, fright.
But you're not here nor there,
So peace I find, and life I might.

But aching heart
And empty soul...
Sings songs unsung
That no one knows.

I scream and kick,
And toss and moan,
These words unsung... and here they grow.

Simply still,
That child I knew.
Furthermore,
Became and grew.

But here I am,
Caged and bare.
Grasping at, desert air.

I dance and sing,
A tragic song.
One that's familiar,
All night long.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Rusted Hole

I'm broken,
Let's be honest about it.
I mask it quite well when you're under my spell.

Peel back the layers,  only a few have.
But when you don't,
I become numb... distant... and feel my wounds.

I see them when I look in the mirror,
I feel them when I touch my skin,
They pierce my soul,
A rusty nail, that's left a hole.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Places I've Never Been

Soaking in my tub,
Rose petals stick to my skin.
Stuck in my head again,
Acting like it's a place I've never been.

Candle flickers, casting shadows
I pretend , they're dancing
To the songs I write, but only dare to sing in solitude.

Find my lyrics on my voice memos,
Scattered throughout old poetry books,
Etched into my planner,
Places where nobody, but me, ever looks.

And I like to try the small talk,
Even though, you're not one for it.
Unless it's five a.m. in LA,
And there's liquor on my lips.

So here I am just writing poems,
Of places I've never been...
Or have I been those places,
By simply touching your fragile skin?

Maybe I've been to Paris,
And danced away the nights,
At underground rock parties,
Guided only, by city lights.

And maybe I've been to Denmark,
And wore fur while drinking gin...
Or hopped a bus in London,
Partook in lavish sins.

Just maybe I've been these places, I think I've never been.