tomorrow

I will love you a little less
tomorrow
when it isn't raining
when my hands aren't shaking
and the shape of our shadows
are ready to part
beneath November stars
one more day living
the perfect lie
one more day to dismantle
the pretense
one more day
then pack forever away
the silly morning quarrels
and breakfast coffee
we both knew
summer could never stay
as the hinges sadly moan
on the front porch swing
beneath the freshly polished sky
I say, "I'll love you a little less tomorrow"

grown ups

"swallow this"
you say
"God is a pill ?"
I ask


grown ups wear lipstick
play with matches
spy on iphones
loaf in small towns
looking for the next cinderella

no one wants to be her

grown ups hide in planetariums
can't handle the breaking
pieces that lie broken
because they were too busy
making something more than the nothing
it was


grown ups can freeze conversations
debilitate lovers with emotional
manipulations
words become scythes
men are Gods'
they punish and destroy
longing to kiss the lips of the girl
they turned to ghost


they talk love
take us apart
the ticking diary that we are
we are cast in the circumstance
of a storyline
a script we don't dare unfollow


love always looks better on paper


take a seat
get in line
there's many that want your turn
revenge is an apostrophe
grown ups take their time saying hello
bullets become strawberry shots
made of jello


we're grown ups
we will kill the orchids
so excuse our fabrication of a painters sky
we'll make it disappear
with turpentine

we won't apologize

for the dreamers

the rivers know us
the dirt clings to flesh
becoming flesh again
Autumns and afternoons
Carolina blue skies
where light meets
the damned
our sacred conversations 
grow by lamplight
and moths overhear our quest
and thirst for words
like snowfall in an hourglass
organization - too much of this
will destroy us
and the music that inspires
the dancing of lovers, well that
only death obliterates

city chill

fresh from the train
in a city that serves burgers
with cocaine on the side
no it won't make you less
but it may change directions
your emotions or the way
you leave this place


what are people afraid of 
you're thinking
youth
or more of growing older


no fear for you
hitching rides from pretty girls
in the middle of December
no fear of getting drunk in the sober crowd
or sober in the drunk crowd


yet you're defiled in airports 
in your dirty jeans
going back home to homes that don't change
and boys that come home changed


trust has became filtered
phone full of numbers that don't belong to
friends anymore
memories are a flash of videos
you used to live in
clover isn't crimson anymore
the chill here just feels normal


are you to become residue
poetry leaping from a sky of stardust
that will be wiped off palms
of those that don't believe in anything
you are 



 

go back

wear the shirt your brother wore
absorb his memories
climb his mountain
steal his truck
eat his flowers
read his letters
again


dream of your mother
you were born her heartache
poke holes in your darkness
fill your sadness up with stars

take flowers to your father
tell him how his wildness
seeped into your soul
tell him he's forgiven
that you've learned to weather life
without him
though he still vibrates in your heart
you just can't let him go

take a walk down the road
that knew you in childhood
smell the scent of Autumn 
on an old loves coat 
open doors that will never 
fully close

one more time
go back
go forward
go home 

Re-Imagine Me (thoughts of a bullied teen)

an aesthetic life wasn't meant to be mine
planted, they say I will never fly
that my dreams will never see the light
loneliness is my best friend
I don't mind being abandoned by those 
whose blood is twin to my own
I don't mind being left alone
It's ok you forgot me, I forget me too
I embrace being ostracized, I am the odd one after all
so unlike you
It's ok you made fun of me
I didn't matter to anyone anyway
I was transparent, you had no choice
without color I disappeared in life's landscape
It's ok you wanted me out of sight
I am just a plain wallflower
It's alright you never loved me
your actions spoke for you
you said tomorrow doesn't matter
lived only for today
why tell that to someone you left
empty handed, displaced
robbed of innocence, you never knew
drained of opinions, denied the truth
no voice, no power, a child of invisibility
piece by piece you ignored, constantly stole from 
and changed all I would ever be
wish I could re-imagine me

on the outside of the inside
not good enough to be good enough
there's comfort in becoming used to being unloved
I have no expectations
I ask for nothing
I love going nowhere, living in hell, loving it
you expected no thing of me
I don't expect you to accept me
breathing isn't life
coloring in black between invisible lines
I disappear sporadically to your joy
I should never have been entrusted with breath
I could not handle the responsibility
I do not know how to correctly love
so I opt for feeling nothing , my pain is useless
tears you say are weakness
here I am, you spoke it over me
I am the no one you always said I'd be
becoming comfortable in my own un-comfortability
Forever lost, a daughter, a sister, once a friend
buried in pain
wish I could re- imagine me 



This poem is for those who have been mistreated in life by situations and people you had no control over. Re- imagine 
everything.


 

Teal

side streets disappear like snow
and skinny boys hold court
with laughter,  smiling at girls
they don't know
leaning in,  leaning back
like still shots in a frame
little drips of life
teal,  white and black
long hair on him and friends
it makes him more angelic
and kind of fragile


at home on the night train
a poet writing letters
that read like a soap opera
about how he sometimes
wants things that don't want him
and loved ones that don't know yet
what love is


he's slipping like watercolors
in someones perfect painting
always fading into a cloud
of a surreal blue sky
leaving you
looking for a little more
of something that you never
really see


but he's guilty of making his girl cry
because he had a good summer
without her


and he won't go home again
or stand in the rain with a brother
the nights are different now
the air warmer
his friends have adopted him
and when he smiles its like
summer light and teal
but he has a plan
a dream to catch
and words that wait to heal


This is a poem that was featured on The Back Road cafe that belongs to a twitter friend of mine @DaleRominger 
He is looking to feature some poets and their poetry on his blog so if you might be interested contact him by dm on twitter, he's really a nice person and I appreciate him very much.

Also I've been a bit absent on here because of a poetry book I am composing, so sorry about that. If you think Teal would be a good title for my book please let me know in a comment.

Thanks to all who drop by and read and I am always looking for creative blogs to follow that actually follow back. I appreciate all my blog followers and readers and send much love to those who have supported me, you know who you are :)