LivingInTheNight

I sit within a holy space Of liminal vaults with a covered face Six feet apart from being touched Dark as the bottom of a grave And I feel nothing, not the pain Not the loneliness of being loved From so very far away I’m starved for warmth and so the day Beats down on me with light of Sun And flowers grow upon the grave As memories of you fade away

I'm wrapping it up with pickles and coffee all this momentum and nowhere to go. I'm writing it down 'cause it looks so easy eager to move but certain I won't.

When we were young and whole and the air was sweet, it rushed lightly in our lungs and we ran. We ran toward dreams dashed only in time; eager arms outstreched to grasp a prize we would never claim and we believed. When we were young and bold and the air rushed; free and incomplete it was filled to the brim with an overwhelming sense that every hole would fill in time. We pulled hard against our bindings moving; brave and alive breathing with renewed fervor at the spark of a new day and we gasped to take it in. When we were young and starving and the air ran cool it held a prickling chill that exhilarated our very souls. Feeling strong b

We are clouds Full of dreams and rain The occasional thunderstorm And the possibility of an overcast day. I am a body, empty of sensation. Empty for so long that for a time, I barely noticed. For a time I learned the art of the liar; The smile without feeling, The dance proclaiming that all is well, When in reality, all is simply waiting for   all of the backs to turn to fall on its knees and shout   “why must I always be alone?” But dependence and independence blur past Opposite extremes. They blur over such lines, that as soon As I end my resistance, I’m falling. And I have fallen for you. I am an empty bo

We live in a mess. One we've created ourselves, through our stubbornness and fear. We believe the world is black and white and we've made no thought of color. Yet we see in blue in red, and so we speak in purple. The sound crashes against our ears, telling us to live like yellow. Yet we're striving for green, and falling short. Wondering why our lives turned out so chartreuse. It's that yellow in your green.  Or more fittingly, the green in your yellow. How about you stop being so maroon, and be a little more magenta? You're nowhere on track. You're living so brown. Open up a rainbow. I'm loving like violet now. Take on every shade, parade ev

On the other side of the street a window was brightly enlightened. A couple. With the help of their gestures one wasn’t able to determine whether they were fighting, planning the next day or were simply telling each other how much they love their counterpart, as if it has been the easiest and most normal thing to do. The pool of light from across the street was standing in a stark contrast to the dimness in her room. She stood up to do something, but seemed to realize that there was nothing she could do. She sat down again and turned her gaze back to the stained glass of the window. Across the road the man was taking something out of th

I will create my own summer Wearing a pink dress among Orange glowing fishes And dark leaves. And all The sad demons will be given Amethyst colored eyes In the most sophisticated ways. I will kiss weddings Like handsome boys With burning glory. This will not be the autumnal Fall but a somnolent still life. I will be drunk, ebrious And intoxicated By my own summer’s essence. I’m gonna do my own summer Creating burning men In the wylde summer’s hearse. I will meet death in the very garden -sad as he his since he is lost To the draft of our world. Because winter left crumbled pieces -I know how to miss the sorrow Of the shar

Silently she sits, sad, stopping sobs Escape everything eventually Never now Scars show seconds spent silently screaming Waiting, wondering, withering, whispering Fearing family Feeling far from freedom Dismal, dark, damned Harmfully hoping, helplessly held She sees She stays silent