Melancholia

Sorrow claws at my heart
And I swell up with blood
Waiting to erupt
And every time I think
I am on the mend,
The red seeps through the cloth.
My brown eyes look up
To the sky
Just as blue as it is
But my hands, once in a fist,
The fingers now released,
And I feel the air
Running through them,
And I drift away.

Sonnet for that Girl

I remember the day I observed her
She walked against the strong wind from the South
Her hair flying wildly, such an allure
Intrigue played on the corner of her mouth
As she brushes with grace, hair from her eyes--
Her eyes, mud I would happily sink in.
She is like the moon in the daylight skies,
Her beauty obvious, if you're looking,
Though I must say she's nowhere near perfect.
She'd catch your eye for a second, or more,
Then looks away to escape the dissect
Only to leave your heart racing and soar.
To know and feel what she can do in this
Short time, makes me want to know who she is.

Published on the 29th of October.
This is the sonnet I wish some mysterious guy would write about me... Lol!

Where Do You Exist?

There's something nagging at my core
And I felt its tingling effects throughout
The labyrinthine lines of my being.
I've almost forgotten how you took a quill
And carefully carved into my heart
A curse to cure my missing you.
Your touch, a potent anesthesia,
Makes me forget the delirious pain
I am supposed to feel, which
Has now graced me with its presence
Reminding me of your absence.
The ink, like a poison, spreads like wings
Coursing throughout my entire body
Imprinting its mark on my cells,
A mark blood can't wash away,
And I'm held a permanent hostage.
I'm drinking in the words on the page
Like they came from your hands
The cancerous letters, marching
One after the other, lines and lines
Of seemingly inert words
But I've been infected by their power,
As they reach their hands out
And caught and enveloped me, like air.
I'm kneeling on the ground in the rain
The puddles of God's fallen tears, like ink,
I look upwards, arching my back,
Letting the water wash over me,
Before it hits the ground, turning into ink.
My arms and hands, spread out,
Offering to some unknown deity
Whatever it is It chooses to take,
To have you brought back to me,
To have our fingers reef-knot tangled,
So that we may weather this storm
Together, but I find myself empty.
The darkness eclipses my sight
My pupils grow larger, engulfing light,
Trying to catch every creeping shadow
But everything is melting away,
Weeping sadly for some unknown reason
And I'm drowning in this world.
I'm sinking deeper and deeper
Into my mind, splotches of ink,
Where memories and a distant you reside
And I'm lost in your image.
I scream, but it sounds so far away,
I cradle your words and ate them up
Seeding an ineffable insatiability.
I feel like I've slept for a thousand years
But I awoke in your arms,
Your smile, a sun, shining on and on
And I can't help but smile along,
For some unknown reason,
And I'm so touched, it hurts.

Irrational poem. I need to spill some of my irrationality...
So I don't get too lost in my fantastical world.
Published on the 24th of October, 2010.

Don't Forget to Breathe

My fingertips tap an unknown tune
On the bottom of my half-empty tea cup
The drumming somehow
Leads my thoughts to you.

My hair rises up and down in the wind
Like my chest as I take each step
And I worry that somehow
My secret thought will be unveiled to the world.

Would it not be beautiful
If you received my love
Just by simply breathing air,
The insatiable element in your life?

Published on the 20th of October, 2010.

A Storm's Symphony

Crescendo
Forte, rage
Incessant pounding, strumming
All in unison
The rain marches on
Falling on tympani
The sound vibrations in the air
Like hands and fingertips
Enveloping and touching me
The way air does,
The way air courses through my body
I can feel my soul grow
Like soft, dangerous gray clouds
Like shadows on a sharp note
Like the lines running on and on
My heart beats to the crash of the cymbal
I'm washed by the wave of notes
My body in its command
Aye, I am music's puppet

Change in Season

My eyelids descend like night
When I opened them,
I came to realize that
The once barren trees
On which I hoped for green
Are now once again bare,
For the birds are leaving the trees
The skeleton frame against the gray
Sways to the crunch made by feet
As each foot steps on the once green
Skeletal leaves dried up by the fading sun
The wind, like an automatic broom,
Sweeps up those remains untidily
And the streets are littered
With colours of orange, red, and, yellow.

A Year and Nine Days

I have been yours for a year and nine days
Though there were days when you were absent
Though there were days when we did not love
I am still yours despite those heated cold days
And days made me realize that you were mine
Though reluctant with letting love do its thing
Because of long ago silly days and jealous sadness
Because of the fear of having my wild soul tamed
Your reassuring love over the days, sets me free.

Homesick

Rummaging through my closet
I'm searching for my seven-league boots
Mirroring my struggle to get to you

I'm a bird on the window sill
From the outside looking in
And it's the closest I can be

I'm the winged seed that fell too far from home
I fear that my roots will grasp too firmly to the ground
That I can't go back to the roots of my childhood

I've turned everything associated with you
Into amulets and charms of sorts
So I can be safely guided home.

Published: October 11th, 2010

Your Cruelty

Dear, dear, pass the salt
I want to watch each crystal melt
Into the wounds you've torn open
Me, to the edge you've driven
Should I jump or am I to fall,
It's completely your Highness's call
I have no where to run
For in your hands lies a gun
Loaded with bullets that will not miss
Will death be a bliss?
I'll tell you when the ground and my blood kiss.

Ma vie

She has the promise of life in her eyes.
And with every stride that I take,
For the rest of my life,
Will the soles of my feet wear down the path?
My inability to bend the whirlwind of leaves
Sends me flying along with them,
But what sets me apart is my soul.