verse

let me decipher your poem,
and count your stanzas,
envelope me in rhymes,
and treat me to an allusion.

Solalune

This is the story of Sola and Lune.
Or Sun and Moon
They never met, how could they?
For they were locked in their own dark abyss.
Sola’s love was found in the burning of her soul,
A fiery dance racing through space,
Lune would twirl in pleasure,
As he saw her token of their embrace,
Reflecting her illumination, showing his endless adoration,
Telling her, I’m still here, this distance means nothing, I love you,
Yet no matter how much she knew he meant it, she would never fully accept it,
So Sola and Lune continued in a timeless spell,
And we can only watch their love story,
Never meeting,
Always one rising,
And one setting.

Smear

There are marks left on erased cardboard,
Dusty jackets that accumulate years of dust,
Considering cleaning them out,
But decisions are for later dates,
Buying gum to chew once and spit out twice,
Wishing on rumors and handwritten roses,
Blasting sounds to enter, hermit-like into the only sanctuary,
Yet dimming volume when even music can’t help escape,
Not that escape was an actual option,
For feet on the ground and head in the clouds was the preference,
So caught up in firsts that lasts were ignored entirely,
Definitions and holding onto them became a menace,
And the blotted lines became ever more unclear,
I think reality caught up to me.

Feather

You’re eclipsing all the effort I made to keep us from growing apart,
You keep turning in the wrong direction only to come back to where you started,
Creating circles that look all the same,
Fluttering away in the wind only to return, return again,
Stealing my wishes and my promises,
Wishing you’d hold to your promises that you somehow keep breaking,
You’re running away, but you can’t help walking back,
Why have you made this our lives?
Where we build, and then we break,
Stuck in our lies and our mistakes,
I accepted how I always cared more, cared so much,
So when you go off on your wanderings that lead nowhere,
I am still standing here,
Wondering why I don’t own anything but the smallest part of your heart.

Breath

The night erodes the ocean,
And I can’t grasp the water at all,
What’s the point of learning how to swim,
When you’re still so dependent on oxygen to live?
I rather collapse than drown in you.

Suggestions

I should not be tempted to ensnare another one,
It’s only summer, only a few months until I leave for good,
But he seems so interesting,
Someone I can talk to (you need to understand),
(And it’s not like you’re paying attention),
So tell me,
If I told you I was going to go for it,
Would you even bat an eye?

Forget-me-not

For so long, I denied fireworks,
Always waiting for another trigger.
Before, I plucked the petal that said
I love you still; Before, I plucked the
Petal that said I don’t love you at all.
Now, you’re as inherent as breathing
As addictive as air.

Unconscious

Everyone falls in love with sleep,
They want to lose themselves in their fantasies,
To lose control from reality,
But I hate the lines between yes and maybe,
I hate the powerlessness it brings,
I wish I could shock myself awake,
But I’m stuck in a nightmare that’s trying to call itself a dream,
God, I hate the threads of maybe and no that ravage at the seams.

Compromise

This feels like an accident,
How we break into each other’s bones,
Saying that we matter so much,
All the while throwing words into the abyss,
Maybe you’re someone I should keep at bay,
But I am a wisher,
That makes desperations on memories,
Long faded away.

Pompeii

Let the ashes of our sins drench us,
They will make this volcano a phoenix,
Yes, we are dormant, but our lava never cools,
But washing the world ablaze burns us out,
Sometimes, I wish we had become the lovers they found,
Intertwined beyond the valley of sorrow,
Intact skeletons — 
Instead of these scattered bones.