Illusions

The trees
changing
stand together
in the dull day
the sun
shines through
for just a moment
the earth
is on fire

Temperature

One degree
is the difference
between snow
and rain
bringer of death
or
giver of life

Window

Looking out at
the world
through the glass
it seems
harder
to see whether
it is raining
or not

Ripples

Rain falls
where
it will
leaves land
gently
in the water
creating
ripples

Painting

Oil running
in the street
is called
pollution
just add water
and it becomes
a painting

Autumn

What brave person
was so blunt
as to simply
call it
Fall?

three weeks

I sit here thinking
Thinking
That three weeks
Isn’t enough time
That it won’t matter
Because
Even if I learn it all
I won’t have you
to tell it to

Noir

I have a hold
and all I have to do
is ask the muscles
in my hand
to contract
and your life
is mine
don't hate me
because I don't
feel sad.

Guilt 5

I won
and even that
isn't good enough
for 'I won my goddamn battle'
the nickname I earned
by simply holding on
long enough
to be considered
the masochist
I really am.

blind.

look around
just
look
around
see more
so much more
still so focused
yet
still so
blind

I

me me
me
me
me me me
m
e
mmmm
eeee
me

...

you.

tears or triumph

tears or triumph
balls to the wall
that is
what I said
and I came through...

why do I still have to be sad?

Irrelevant

I put my hands there
pulling foward
reaching into space
closed in
over time
the flesh calls out
insistent
the heart
is irrelevant

speak

It's ok
to say no
as long as
it's the truth.

horizon

I see you on the horizon, waving
I call out
so you know
I'm really here

Rock

Flames devour
senses of self and
undertakings of need
confidence
dissapates
to disgust
effort pulling,
pushing what
up until now
would not move
what looked like stone
was patterned
around the soft lining
of the casket
why hide
what you can
simply entomb

the heart of the matter

Give me
the chance
the change
the heart of the matter
and I will climb
I will move foward
into you
Beyond myself
beyong thinking of only what I want
because this is
what I want
I will pay any amount
I will give any asset
drive to the places
where you need
and all for
this chance
this change
the heart of the matter
I will fly
seeing the right perspective
without judgement
without sentence
for the matter
for the heart

punishment

this must be
what it feels like
when you do wrong
and must pay for it
many times over

blinded

beneath my lashes
the tears hide
waiting
until I'm too far away
for you
to stop me

Poetry... that being said...

you hear my words
but they don't
register
not because I speak
in a foreign
language
but because
you refuse
to listen
you never did get
the metaphor
the similie
and every word I said
in simple verse