in a world forced into a hush,
our minds crave words spoken close.
our stories shared across time zones itch,
while inside we scream for release.
idly waiting for the tomorrows
when meetings will be filled with embraces,
we dream of kisses,
and we’ll read each other’s faces
and know exactly what it means,
not filled with frustration from a frozen screen.
we dream of soaking in moments
while delaying the tomorrows even further.
one day soon, we say, we’ll no longer meet in isolation
but gather with our loved ones.
we yearn to linger in the warmth,
the touch, the feeling of being close once again.
a rewrite from the original poem posted May 2, 2020.
An accelerated pull, or a pushing forward, disregarding the existence of brakes.
A collapse into fallen leaves and twigs. A slow pluck of fallen pieces. Looking up into the sway of the trees, between a glimmer of light. Dodging, swerving away from becoming a future target. Do I rise and escape these fallen pieces? Or do I bask in the moment and let them consume me?
one step out the door
one step forward one step closer to the flood
one step backwards
one step in reverse one step away from drowning
a punch to the gut
and tears streaming, more than the smiles more than the ‘i love you’s
and how many more years like this
how much can i take like this
i agreed to ever after
but this now, these lows i can do without i barely survive the crash before the next one arrives
give me time to breathe
give me time to survive give me time in the clearing before i drown in your flood
How many times do we take
the leap before we realize
we’ve jumped in too deep
How many times do we stop
to realize we need to
protect our insides
How many times does this heart
have to break; this love,
you too shall take
He was the one healing
the deepest scar,
the wound he created,
only to tear it apart
as he twists the knife
inside of me
A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights
in that last hour of the day
capturing words he wishes he had said
writing them down
so they’re out of his head
Music fills the air soothing the tension lessening the cares Take a trip to the other side: what makes the other person tick, what makes them come alive, what’s in their head they’re trying to hide While reaching out for a connection lost and longing for attention it’s someone in his bed that doesn’t know the depths of the tears he’s shed But it’s still a mystery; where did it all go wrong was it this way all along Thousands of poems captured on those lonely nights but not a one could do when it’s just not you
settle back down into your cave retreat, retreat settle back down into that space you crave retreat, retreat no more reaching out for company along the shore retreat, retreat no more reaching out for what’s beyond the door retreat, retreat the ghost killer haunts each of us retreat, retreat stay inside we must
free yourself from your cave
free yourself from that dark space you made
reach out for company along the shore
reach out for what’s beyond the door
the ghost killer haunts ‘you must behave’
it’s time now to be brave…
I open the doors
On a winter’s night
The cold rushes in
Exposing the fragility of my plight.
I’ll never learn.
Always the one to run
Too far, too fast
Into someone else.
Immersing myself as I did in the past.
I should take heed,
Call it quits,
And walk away.
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These paths I walk all lead to snow
White embankments filled with fluff
Masking the truth underneath
Holding us back three feet deep
When will they release me
Keeping me here like a prisoner
Don’t they see I want out
The ground is frozen
I can’t move my fibers of life
Shake, shake me out of this frozen tundra
I’m itching for a new beginning
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The daily pattern repeating
clicking here and there looking for an update or something I needed to say except it’s gone too soon like the fading of the day
The truth is there was a lot to say
countless conversations despite they’re all in my head I’ve said all that I’ve needed to so now it’s out of the way
We’ve talked about the books we’ve read,
the music we’ve heard,
how our day has been,
and the inspiration for the latest poem
We’ve talked about the weather,
and our upcoming plans we’ve talked under the stars and moon we’ve talked when we first wake and greeted each other with our longing hello’s
There’s so much that’s been said
nothing is left uncovered
except now I’m missing a reason
to say anything at all
Maybe I’ll start with ‘Hello…’
All the words to say
The sad ones The lonely ones The grateful ones The mad ones They circulate through you But never leave your lips Raging out onto paper For all to read But the ones closest to you Will never see Those words escape effortlessly
Words poured out late at night
And splayed across the light of day Words that others will relate And make others feel safe That they too feel the same way Words that will make you give ‘Thanks, Thanks for today’
So use your words
Use them wisely Share them with those you love Share them with your friends and family Share them with the world Let them see Just what you feel Spark them with your electricity