Misunderstanding

Maybe if
you please ignore
someone
the girl
anyone
behind the curtain
actually read this
writing
this
none of it's content
page
will make then
I might have
much sense
been understood

Etiquette #3

three steps to survive:
1. buy one knife
2. sharpen as
needed
3. insert in
back
of
'dearest' friend.

Etiquette #2

step two: overstepping
start by
inserting your left
foot
between your skull
and
your mandible
then
cross as
many
figurative lines as possible
and
by all means
don't
apologize

Etiquette #1

You lied
'to be nice,'
and it hit me
like a brick
across the jaw;
cracking the bone
and my resolve.

pencil me in.

I waited four years
I waited too long
but
better late
than never
right?
The time came to ask
for your
friendship
turns out
you were all booked up
but maybe
you might
pencil me in

Kyle P

Because I was laughing
I could see
Most clearly
That my image
Mirrored
Sat next to me
The image
Full of ferocious love
respect
wild abandon
And selflessness

Give

cards lain
in suggested patterns
falling where
great lies have been told
but truth reins
and like a master
rides in solitude
a heavy horse
a burden of undertaking
every step another moment
every breath
a new life
a new light
a possibility of
chaos
sparking through the universe
and into those hands
which cannot recieve
but only give

Fruit

If saying something
meant anything
I would have shouted it
by now
If feeling something
meant anything
I would have felt it
somehow
If knowing something
meant anything
I would have been apt
and astute
If beginning something
meant an end
I would have let this
take fruit

Dreams

dreams alight with fantasy
renew the endless fight
and I alone pick up the pieces
left over from the night

Forgetting 1

If I could
forget
If I could
and look
with new eyes
at regret
seeing at once
that I
knowing chagrin so well
was wearing guilt
like armor
and penetrating
faceless
into open terrain
fingering at doubt
and lingering with pain

Tied Down

I tied my worth
around you
like a ribbon
to a tree
fluttering in the wind
blowing softly
from the sea
I paraded it everywhere
and wore it
like a crown
only now
I manage knowing
I was merely
tied down

bruises

Bruises
I can't explain
showing themselves in
patterns
on my skin
revealing my
indiscresions
fear wells up
in my throat
sending my feet
into hysterics
I can't hold out my hands
I'm too busy
running away
from past mistakes
but never
getting away
outrunning
hiding even
the proof
the discoloration
purple at first
then so many colors
like a sunset

Rain

Oceans seperate us
but I can see through
the veil laid over this grave
exhumed once more
unearthed
exposed to the bitter cold
the touch of rain
a dazzling array
of tiny spheres
falling
encouraging rebirth

Listen.

Take it
apart,
and it just
becomes
another benign attempt
to tell me;
I never
had anything
to begin with.

Storm

The doors hang
off the hinges
Torn down by the storm
The rain
falls in torrents
Through the gale is a form

She sees destruction, but she does not cower
She sees pain, but she does not quail
She sees evil, she won't reach out and touch it
She sees peril but she will not fail

Seconds waste and the vision changes
The sky closes again
Moments hang in the mist and the balance
Life hangs in her hands

She sees destruction, but she does not cower
She sees pain, but she does not quail
She sees evil, she won't reach out and touch it
She sees peril but she will not fail

Fire

maybe
I don't have a reason
maybe
I just want
to watch
it burn.

Delivery

i found your note
you could say
i got the message
but my means of
communcation
rely on
simple actions
so the question is
when there are no words
to deliver
my message
will you understand?