Perpetual

For how long will our love burn for? Tell me the longevity of it, this love affair we have. It is my food, my breath, my water. It is the gasoline to my drive I am wrapped in its beauty. It is exquisite, elegant and succulent It is the sugar in my coffee I crave…

The Days

The days run over me like horses… and I wonder if my life will ever change, if the love that I seek will ever find me if my heart will ever be filled again. Their strong and robust legs kick me… and realization kicks in: I may forever travel like a lost soul around the…

The Overused Hour

It’s three am, the overused hour, the star of so many poetry pieces and sad songs, and yet here I lie writing about it once more. I am in my bed, my blankets hug me and the spring moon shines in through the window I do not cry, I am not suffering, just suspended in…

Those Eyes

Damn those eyes, that with such innocence looked upon me without knowing how instantly they had captured my heart in their stare. Condemn those irises and their ever flowing green waters lined with oh so rich silt nourishing the pupils that lay behind. I should have known my heart would be stolen and caged behind…

Poem to Poverty

Our days are long, the sun burns our skin to cinnamon brown, the wind scallops our lips, our feet are masses of scarred flesh. We are marked forever, with the letter that defines us unequal by the circumstances that cause us to be hated by some and pitied by others. Ignorance soils our houses it…

I write the poetry I cannot live

I write the poetry I cannot live. I write about love but I don’t have any. I write about freedom but I am caged. I write about happiness; it has escaped me. With my pen atop pristine white pages the ink that is transferred as markings on the paper transforms into beauty, love and light,…

Arrogance

I believe to know exactly the type of person you are, Man of desirable beauty and strength. You are the great mountain by the sea, the grand waterfall by the forest. You stand tall on your own egotistic arrogance and false charm, leaving us to crawl at you feet begging like beasts for your attention….

Where The Gardenias Grow

When I was younger I dreamt of a special place. A place like no other, every night I dreamt it. It was a place full of happiness it was a place where I always found love. I remember closing my eyes and immediately feeling the coolness of the air and breathe and fill my lungs…

Empty

So this is what an empty heart feels like? Desolate and scared? I lay on my bed and the shadows of the night want to suffocate me, they grasp at my skin, scratch my eyes and press on my chest trying to make me stop breathing. I sob quietly in the darkness, my tears not…

The Taste of Your Love

I can never forget you my love, your taste still lingers on my memory. I can only remember you my love, I taste your love in everything that is me. Your love tastes like snow flakes being tossed around by the cold winter air landing softly on my waiting tongue their crystals quickly merging their…

Fireflies

I lay outside in the chilly dark night in, outside of my home up in the mountains, the coolness of the night falls on me like an invisible fog. Up in the sky stars sparkle in contrast to the dark blanket behind them. Around me the light from the moon shimmers on the leaves of…

No Cure For a Broken Heart

It is very sad to see a heart fall in love. It is like watching a toddler crawl closer to the edge of a cliff; every tiny step inching him closer to the dangerous zone, closer to being swallowed by the abyss and lost forever. It is sad but I fear it even more. The…