Desperate Tears

Cast off, you stranger tears
That tread our homely peace,
My fairest star upon the sea
Where all the eyes should cease.

Gaze upon the pleading moon,
And powdered, crumbling sky.
You hid with her these lonely nights
And drank our heavens dry.

Now, here we are,
drowning tonight
Below your dragging feet.
Leave us in our tangled hearts
Your salt, our bittersweet.

Concept Fishing

Line - that begins
(began) (began)
Fore/for thought fear
Little-crevices-niches; all,
BEFORE

FALL! the


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words face down in dirt of rotten open wow oh um unknown

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First Love

Perhaps it is she, before it broke,
Who built the hearts of clay;
Bare fingers push
tears in pockets-
A fingerprint landscape.

Declared it whole, framed
For a story,
Kept hanging in the parlor
To be told and taken down.

Still, it seeks;
Hope of being left behind,
Missing parts intact
just as it began,
Seeking.

Frozen Hope

My heart runs in cold blood,
And all daydreams do;
And the water of my thinking stream
A meager sapphire blue.

Then, eyes of coldest ice
Cross paths every day or two,
Silence running ahead, savage,
Lonely, as we do.

Defeated, my coldness then warm,
Never a fire does it hold true,
Yet coursing with its spring within
For hearts of plenty few.

Rough Beginnings

You had a second to smile at me,
Threefold, to blow a kiss.
A minute, make sure it reached me,
Your aim for the lips to miss.

You had an hour to find me,
I lost you a third the way:
A date to make my clock run wild
Without a map to stay.

Sixty one minutes, a tick of charm,
You landed on my watch.
Forty five minutes, I owe you still,
And counting, with this swatch.

Random Update

Scraps of time I took from the summer slipping through my fingers:

-took two lines from a poem, yet to have a real name

-played video games for the first time in a year and a half

-went shopping, bought absolutely nothing

What is it with this year's trends? Shopping isn't really about buying anymore...it's about laughing at what people would try to sell.

Of course, because summer is over, the maxidress trend is gone. We are now decked in checkered clothing and other things that have been dragged from the past. And, of course, none of this is cheap.

I think my responsibilities have finally smacked me across the face. If only immaterial things lasted longer than material things.