Clock

We are dangling off of the hands
Of the indifferent clock
That runs through all the lands,
An unpick-able lock.
And we move through the day,
Often apart,
But there is always a time to pay
A visit to you in my heart.
Numbered times,
Even in these rhymes,
Always those times,
Spinning dimes.
Our lives are circular
Beginning where we end,
Heading nowhere particular,
Still holding onto those hands.
But we always somehow,
End up together again,
End up in the now,
A love time looks on with disdain.
We are still dangling off of the hands
Of the indifferent clock,
That moves through waters and sands.
Finally, we took our stands,
Loosened grip and landed at the dock,
Together, holding hands.

Published June 30th, 2011

A Misunderstanding

I am the contents of a glass you toppled over,
Rain splayed across your window,
You trace each droplet with your finger tip,
I can feel your warmth through the glass,
Until I disappear off of the surface,
Falling to darkness.

You turned and walked away,
Turning off the lights as the storm raged on.
I'm knocking on your window,
But you don't hear me amidst all other noises.
You think I have left you,
When I have the same thoughts about you too.

The swirling ceiling with crawling shadows,
Dance to my silent tears,
Performing an act of hypnosis, and
As I lay staring, hopelessly lost,
Tossed into the sea with a straitjacket on,
I wonder how you felt.

I am thrown into the depths of my mind,
I am held prisoner by realities that do not exist,
I dreamt of you, but I am afraid --
Guilt by the mistakes I did not make.
I am running from you,
In hopes you will choose to chase after me.

But when I turned around,
All I saw, was darkness.

15 Minutes

15 minutes was all we had left
Until you said goodbye to me

We treasured it with simple
Words and caring silence
And I can only imagine
The look on your face,
Your thoughts and
Slight curve of smile
An illusion made up
Of time and real pieces
And I played and replayed
The moments we had
In my incessant mind,
A jammed projector,
The images erupting,
Fountain-like,
Pouring happiness
Into the basin of my heart

You said goodbye to me,
Always, so we could say hello again.

Why is it that I feel my poems are getting crappier and crappier? Lol.
Must be the faulty, ambiguous inspiration...

Void

I woke with a startle
Opened my eyes to look at the time
And for a few seconds,
I've forgotten how to read the numbers
My head aches, my body still fatigued
And I tried relaxing again,
But once the machinery starts,
It is difficult to turn it off
I closed my eyes, hoping for refuge
In sleep, but the morning light
Teases me, splayed through moving leaves,
Light reflected off of broken pieces of mirror
My emptiness fuels my drive
And everything I do is meaningless.

Addicted

I'm stumbling towards a light in the fog
The fog seeps into my brain
The ship crashed into port
I lay among the wreckage
Smiling slightly at my fortune
As blood trickle down my face
I wiped it off and used it to draw
Your name and mine in the wet sand
A map that would lead me to your heart
And just when I thought everything was fine
I tripped and fell into a grave fit for me
And I lie there on the cool ground
Sinking, thinking, and dreaming
And I crawled slowly out of the hole
Towards your light and you open your arms,
A welcoming embrace, the right place
And when I got to you,
A familiar click, and darkness descends
And again, cyclically, I find myself restrained
And I struggled to find you,
And I just can't stay away,
I can't bear to stay away.

Hmm, I don't know why I keep using the drug analogy. Lol.