spaces

empty places in my mind
fill up with memories
unsung
unsaid
unheard
denied

a room for waiting
full of
the noise of people
trying to deny their pain
distract from the agony of waiting
waiting
waiting

hope is a thing that flutters
dying within your palm
even as you struggle
to revive it
whisper words of passion
life
desperation
in it's feathery ears

Hope is a thing that flutters
vaporous
through our fingers when we need it most
leaving ghost
kisses on our fingertips
and soaring away into the night

hope is green and white
golden in the light of dawn as it
tumbles back into our hearts
promising peace
soon
peace
soon
forever

Moth

Candle burning in darkness
thinking it's alone
it's light reveals nothing but more darkness
pushes out on the unknown
and i
Moth
flutter by
spread my wings and shimmer

but the candle
it just burns me
and keeps
on
shining.

Incendiary

coming home in the darkness
to your face in the mirror
the imperfections blatant
under wide dilated eyes

standing naked in the moonlight
over analyzing your own flaws
contemplating
the way you pour over your bones
like liquid
the burning words
that mean nothing when spoken out loud

slide

i look at the dial between my feet
and see the numbers winding down
take another sip of water
paste smile over frown

i close my eyes and push away your face
try to forget your very name
but every day i come back to this place
everyday it is the same

I am haunted by what might have been
the promise that i saw
and by the gash you tore when you went away
just as my heart began to thaw

i bleed out words of black and white
onto pages flecked with red
knowing you will never see them
but spewing them out in horror
anyways

Unfulfilled
and empty
i cry silent
dry tears
I hide my fears behind my palms
and
pretend.