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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Christmas Day

It has long since been My Wish
That for just once this day
We could forget to hate
And remove the pain
From my self and thy self
From my neighbors and yours.
That the mothers and fathers
Be with the young that they cherish
And for us to hold dear what we do.

I wished every year
That for once
Today was what it was meant to be.

It never is.
And so this year I hold the same secret wish
Inside my heart.
One that grows quieter and quieter
Every time.


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Trap


These imaginary walls
Trap us more than any real one can

Blame


You were always at the right place at the right time
I was just never there to meet you


Thursday, December 11, 2014

Transform

She was the space and all the dashes
Sometimes forgotten
But always there
Putting words together
With just a smile
For just a while.

Then he saw her
Because he was a linguist
And he knew
How much she was of value

But she never did
So no one did

So he became a punctuation
A comma
A period
All so she would never be
Alone Again.


Now the Stars are Too Dark


You could have left alone,
Why did you have to take all the stars with you?


At a Dinner Table

"Why?"
.
.
.
"Because in your eyes I see yesterday,
And she is too beautiful."




Thursday, December 4, 2014

Rip Off

Pinch,
Harder.
Pull,
Harder.
Fist,
Tighter.
Hold,
Tighter.

Tear it all off.
Rip me all off.

To shreds.
Again.

And when you are done,
And given me back me.

A touch
A kiss

Just once
Will do

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

On Motivation and Capitalism


The Secret to a Writer is that she's a Reader,
And she needs the money to buy all the fucking books.