Revision #6: Blue Slate

With the day dawning nostalgia awoke
Heavy like my heart, the rain flowed
The grass dressed in damage of yesterday’s feet,

Hid the thickening mud below it
But the sounds of moist earth tattled
And my two dirtied boots knew

The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
Whispering  to my hands to touch the old steel
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer cared for my tangible body

Moving like a pendulum
My mind replayed the past as if a damaged film
Disturbing the audience with unanswered questions

Missing scenes

A pang of desperation hit me
As I realized the start of the reel could never be found
Just as its end would never be discovered

That morning,
Washed ashore on unfamiliar playground,
A stray child greeted the dreary sun.

Revision #5: Blue Slate

With the day dawning nostalgia rose
Towards the gravity in my heart, rain flowed
The grass, young like the crushing feet

Hid the thickening mud
But the sounds of moist earth tattled
And my two dirtied boots knew

The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
Whispering  to my hands to touch the old steel
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer cared for my tangible body

Moving like a pendulum
My mind replayed the past as if a damaged film
Disturbing the audience with unanswered questions

Missing scenes

A pang of desperation hit me
As I realized the start of the reel could never be found
Just as its end would never be discovered

That morning,
Washed ashore at an unfamiliar playground,
A stray child greeted the dreary sun.

Offshore

Your skin shaded in navy,
You were a starless sky hovering above me,
You were a moonless night,
With eyes too dark to reflect the ocean which stirred beneath you:
A passive tide.


I swallowed your breath
But something so empty could not make me feel whole.
Your tongue left me thirsty
Your hands left me cold.

Something so empty,
Could not make me feel whole.

-wk 10

Repeat: A Lonesome Understanding

My blood spills faster than vomit
I think I might've lost control
But the gravity from within my chest,
I can finally feel it rising
Intertwining with thin ribbons of smoke


Happiness lurks inside my destruction
I can feel her though she's yards away
But the way that she moves is so very subtle
And her breath, lighter than a life's last air expired
I sit here in fear knowing I won't catch her hand

-wk9

Brisk Evening

Leaves falling like snow
Smoke rises to meet them
Goodbyes are exchanged before hellos
As she falters before reaching.

Revision #3: Blue Slate

New day dawned and nostalgia awoke
Rain flowed with the heaviness of my heart
The grass, young like the feet by which she's crushed, hid the thickening mud below her
But the sounds of moist earth tattled
And my two dirtied boots knew better

The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
Yet my hands fondly reached towards the old steel
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer cared for my tangible body

Moving like a pendulum
My mind replayed the past as if a damaged film
It disturbed the audience with unanswered questions, with missing scenes

A pang of desperation hit me
As I realized the start of the reel could never be found
Just as its end would never be discovered

That morning,
Washed ashore at an unfamiliar playground,
A stray child greeted the dreary sun.

-wk 7

Ghost in the Wine Bottle

Tongues numbed by the sweet lick of wine

My memories begin to materialize

Confused by what is real and what is not

I do not mind your touch, your embrace from behind

Your face remains hidden but I know that it’s you

Your hollow arms didn’t keep the surprise true

Soft curly hair tickling the left side of my face

A tear escapes, if only I had memorized your scent.

The gentleman beside me does not see it that you’re there

He asks me to dance, thinks I’m crying over neglect

I’d hate you to leave me so I just sit very still

In my dear memories of you I wish to live

I take another sip and close my moistened eyes

Stabilizing the dream of your visit, forgetting the point of your demise

Making more powerful your hold on me

Your love stronger, your kiss becoming the motionless wind

(Or is it I who loves you more now,

Is it my hold that’s more powerful on you..)

Though I know it’s a dream, a sad dream, I know

I bask in your presence and thank wine for bringing back you

-wk 6