Saturday, April 27, 2013

I Read Proust When I'm Lonely

I read Proust when I'm lonely
I play music when I'm heartbroken
I dance when I'm happy
I run when I'm anxious
I paint when I'm worried
I sing when I'm excited
I bake when I'm confused
I clean when I'm angry
I smoke when I'm nervous
I drink when I'm bored
I write poems when I'm sad

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

I Don't Understand

I don't understand
How I can be so weak
And so strong
On the same day
How fast a person's kindness
Can turn to cruelty
How the cause and the cure
Is much too often
The same thing
Why it's so hard to admit
That what I want
And what I need
Are rarely the same thing
Why they say you can't run
Away from your problems
When sailing away on Lake Erie
And climbing the Smokies
And making new friends
In a small Irish village
Are the only things
That ever really
Allowed me to heal

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Your Color Is Starting To Fade (from a special guest poet!)

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Your Color is Starting to Fade

Everytime I try to look at your face;
I can’t help myself, I need to look away;
No… I have come to learn that it’s not hate;
It’s my need to move away from you;
To avoid hurting my soul again;
To avoid being held hostage by your soul;
You used to make me feel safe;
And now I’m staring in to a black hole;
No one can see anything, no one can escape.
Forgive me, for I have sinned in your presence;
My soul is not as innocent as it seems;
Yes… I have had a taste of pleasure;
In seeing you suffer, bent on your knees.
Because I can’t bring my self to forget;
That horrid moment when he decided to take me away;
You enjoyed that he made me suffer;
My soul lost in his shadows, ever since that day.
I am the fear;
And I fear myself;
I am my only salvation;
Yet I can’t seem to forgive or forget.
Forgive me my red rose;
For I am going to throw you away;
Your color is no longer red enough to remind me;
That tommorow will always be a new day.
Forgive me my red rose;
As your petals fall away ;
All the memories we shared;
Carved inside of my heart;
Always on my tongue, always on display.
One by one, they fall around me in circles;
They don’t want me to leave, but I can no longer stay;
The past is keeping me from believing;
I have nothing left to wait for;
You are no longer red;
You can no longer stay.