4.29.13 (passed)

clearing the webs
from closets
filled
with memories
past.
dusting cloudy dreams,
returning the
gleam
of days
past.
gazing
through freckled speckled
eyes
to a time
past.
a drink of coffee
to help remember
that that time
is passed.

4.24.13 (slowpin)

So maybe
you've been feeling
What you've been told
But not what you heard
Maybe you've been told
That you have done wrong.
Time itself is infinite
And so are you
Because I exist in memory
and so do you

4.16.13 (expectations)

You want everything
But I can only give you
The little I have to offer.
You say, "that's ok,"
Only to ask for more
and I can only upset you
Because I do not have more.

4.15.13 (been)

Take these chains
You've held them long enough
To act so selfish
In the sad face of love.
Instead you request
That which I cannot give
Something none allow:
A forbidden friendship.
Nor do I desire,
To be your confidant,
Yet still you persist and
Insist I be what I am not.
Still, I cannot say
I am devoid of you:
With your certain presence
There is little I can do.
And unto this do I wait
For time to untie
The bonds you've long unraveled,
Made to suffer for your own right.

4.15.13 (from cracks)

The paupers
And poor
Emerge from
Cracks in the floor
And proceed to
My door
To say
Hello.
They ask if
I've money
Or time
I could spare
And tell of
The reasons
I cannot share.
But ears
Go blind
And eyes
Go deaf
When without
Each other
There is nothing left.

4.15.13 (progress)

Pain
Is like progress;
Necessary for
Change,
Helpful
In ways.
In times
Beneath pain's
burden
Appreciation grows
For life
Devoid.
But pain soon
Returns,
Like cold city rain
And cities
Progress
Like life
In this way

4.15.13 (dissolute)

Days
Defeated
Time dissolving
Like effervescents
Still time.
Moments escape
Lost in haze
Daze
Dissolved.
Luke warm
Time
Pours over
Still
Waiting for time
And time waits
For you.

4.13.13 (scent/sense)

I put on my jacket today
And I smelled you.
I smelled all of the little things
That I like about you.
I thought of a moment
When we weren't one, but two
And even now, with us sepArate
Do I still long for you.

4.10.13 (4:00 AM)

I wanted
To rid myself
Of early mourning's
Regret.
I wanted
Your name
In itself
To fold under it.
I wanted the letters
Removed from my head.
I wanted a tombstone
left to honor it.
Remember what was lost
But even now as I sit
I still kind of wish I could
Forget.

4.13.13 (logic)

The logical
Part of me
Hates
The emotional
Part of me
Because
Without logic
My noose
Would long be at hand
But without
Emotion
I would already
be dead.

4.8.2013 (spring's end)

at spring's end

summer begins.

flowers will die

and be born again.

so to

do the 

hazy days start,

and time again

will begin too

slow.

4.7.13 (thinking)

i long
to watch the fog
roll from the mountains
with tall trees and
sun dancing o'er the hills.
i long for my solitude,
my time spent in thought.
even so,
with longing in my bones
i can smile
with thoughts
of georgia instead.

4.7.13 (slight)

flowers,
not yet,
for april
still holds
many
showers
for them
to bloom.
that doorstep
was haunting,
like the ghost
that would not
leave my side.
i saw
the green light
across the way
and though i
longed to,
i could not,
because
to have stood
in the way
i would have
destroyed
someone else,
and though
i would have
loved to,
it was easier
to destroy myself.