My Moonlight

Step into the moonlight, love
and out of the shadows
Let the stars embellish your eyes
with glittering paint
Let your clenched fists blossom
and be smoothed by the cool breeze

Lie in the grass with me, love
and see that I am the same
in moonlight as in shadow
Lie with me as melting icicles
fall from your gentle gaze
and turn black and white to colour

We'll drift away together
and I won't open my eyes to find you absent,
swallowed again by the darkness
because your hand has entwined itself with mine
and this time, you'll find no reason
to let it go.

Finding Death (Old English style)

Speaking quiet, soft hush-sounds
Lying unmoved, lids sleep-like

Concrete as stone, carefree rest
Has not come yet, Heaven waits

Beneath limb-banks, blood spills thick
Floating freely, finding death

Transformation

Sometimes its hard to imitate the glass eyes
that pierce through my melting skin.

A thousand needles dig deep into my center,
pleading for relief.

And you will never know the torture.
You will never hear the screams.

The mirror reflects my swollen eyes
as I cover the face that begs for anything but this.

Raindrops dry and the fire burns out,
frost creeping into its crevices.

It spreads across my shattered body,
enveloping emotion, crushing desire.

And when my vision shifts from the mirror and back,
the face I see is you.

How Things Used to Be

Remember the time,
in the middle of spring
when we lie next to each other,
my head on your chest,
your heart beating in my ear.

Your fingertips grazed
strands of my golden hair,
gently brushing them away.

Our chests moved together,
rising
falling
with each calming breath.

Your rough skin felt like satin
against my bare arms.

Remember how my eyes gleamed
with crystal tears,
how I lifted myself to look
into your eyes as I said
"I love you"
for the first time.

Remember how you smiled
as your hand reached for mine.

I touched your face
and smiled back,
the perfect moment.

Please,
try to remember
how you loved me too.

Your Heart, My Hand

There's a hollow where love used to be:
for compassion, hatred, emotion.

But only from others' perspectives.
To them,
your eyes are icy crystals
they never fully thaw.

To me,
they are soft snowflakes
melting in the heat of my breath.

They follow
as my finger traces a line
from your temple (your weaknesses)
to your chest (your strengths)

Don't look now,
but I've got your heart in my hand. 

On the Battlefield (a sonnet)

An atmosphere darkened by grey mist
Stains of blood lining the ground
Hearts of families crushed in his fist
A parade of noise but he hears no sound

Death gently whispers in his ear
Adrenaline pumps through blood filled veins
Is this excitement or is this fear?
Seen lives lost but he feels no pain

In outstretched arms he holds his gun
Killing machines they all possess
The horrible things that he had done
Blindly programmed as success

Their bodies lie in a wakeless bed
He will not stop 'till all are dead

Gleaming with Hope

Rays of sun cascade
onto the dying grass,
now gleaming with hope.

The rain falls
in harmonious pattern
on the roof.

Just.
One.
More.
Chance.

Beyond

The sheets by me
Lie cold and empty.
                                             Visions of futures
                                             Fade in my mind.
I resist resistance
Though it is tempting.
                                             I only wish
                                             I'd had more time.
It feels to me
That I am dreaming.
                                             I have no wish
                                             To shed a tear.
Death to me
comes very easy.
                                             The afterlife
                                             Is what I fear.

For Once in Your Life

glistening steel
the sharp metal
                               hums in my ear
"Would it matter?"
                               one way to find out
"Is it worth it?"
                               no way to find out
"Do you care?"
                               ...do I care?
                                   tell yourself,
                                    you do.

the truth lingers in my mouth
like the taste of blood

"Are you lying?"
                                it's obvious.
"Close your eyes"
                                follow instruction.
"Smile."

worth it or not
all that matters is:

"For once in your life..."
                                           I'm happy.

I Am

I am the cold blue light
reflecting from
shimmering snow banks.

They gather,
surrounded by orange,
huddled together
behind glass windows.

Every so often,
one will stray
to where I lie,
alone.

But only for a moment,
before racing back
to the clear warmth
behind transparency.

Never Enough Time

Sure, I believe in you.
Mostly, I believe that you believe
in all the promises you make,
in all the possibilities.

But there's not enough time,
there's never enough time.
Soon we'll grow up.

I'll stop believing
that we'll spend a weekend watching fireworks,
that we'll sleep under the stars,
that you'll love me forever.

We'll grow up
and we'll forget about the time
we played tag in the grass like kids again,
the time we walked along the beach,
the time we slept, wrapped in each other's arms.

I only wish
it could stay
this simple.

"Small Town": a poem made from book pages

Toward the cellar door,

down the stairs.

Basement light rising up on the town.

Painfully and perfect,

building lights glowed with

flashing dark metal.

His heart glowing

through the window.

Silencio

mind buzzing with absent thought,
there are no demons here.

enveloped by silence,
I lie on the roof top
dreaming
that the world is nothing
but what I see.

there are no demands, no destruction
disguised as soft whispers.

the nothingness surrounds
my body, my soul.

death must be beautiful.

Just the Beginning

A soft glow,

a reminder of darkness

slides across the silk.

The shine of silver

glitters in the rays of moonlight.

Blind eyes

watch the fading stars,

cheap copies of reality.

Nothing here is beautiful.

Alien eyes prompt: Lifeless Form

Emotionless being,
displayed in
a glass box.

They take turns
spilling clear acid
from glossy shapes
on their faces.

Images
of the lifeless form
crowd the walls
as they
worship it.

Resting on
lined benches,
they kneel before
their leader who
refers to the being as
"God."

Wilted White Roses

when i dream

it's of

wilted white roses,

running through

grass fields looking up at

the clouds saying:

"I see an elephant."

it's of

Christmas mornings

in a white house,

jumping in

the mud

and dancing

in the rain.

when I wake,

I lay staring at

the blank ceiling

silently praying that I fall

back asleep.

Three Words

The pain she'd caused;
the confusion
the doubt

the abandonment:

A razorblade buried deep

in his heart.
Still, she smiled.

Flash forward: open heart surgery,
the blade is removed
though the scar remains,
dried blood after the battle.

Eyes opened,
slate cleaned.
Her realization dependent
on his three words.

Flash backward:
"You're worth it."

Reality TV

imagine:
a camera to record
every moment
of your life.

every ambition,
every regret,
every celebration.
the world
sees it all.

imagine:
privacy as a luxury.
everyone
knows your name.

no secrets,
no lies,
no imagination.

the camera 
becomes the ambition,
fame becomes
the dream.