Forks in the Road

 

Meandering blindly though melancholy woods

They happened upon a path

showing alternate realities and futures

their present split into divergent stories

feeling the fabric begin to tare

they toyed with the threshold

before blinking, scared

both constant and indecisive

and turned. 

What "If" Is Danderous

 

When I permit myself

to wander into the lands of "What if"

I look over my shoulder

studying the lift from which I am drifting. 

Jumping Can Be a Fools Errand

They wished they were free to love you

invited to lose themselves in you

they submitted with unconscious relish

only to be left

conquered

slashed and burned

defenseless and raw

falling into an empty guff

without a soul's peace or welcome. 

Painfully Unconditional

 

The light I offer

Will always be available

regardless of the lens

it shines through.

Someday, When it is Meant

 

Meet Now,

Met then

And Again

    (Do you remember when?)

Some day the stars will align

and we'll be well met

wanting the same things

at the same time

once and for all.

A prayer for when starts align

and the gods take pity. 

Not All Stars Are Wishes Meant For You

 

I let a dream go

as the star fell too late

and too far.

Wallflowers

She bit her tongue till the

blood pooled in her cheeks

giving her the pale but rosy completion of a porcelain doll 

fit to burst

waiting for her string to be pulled

again. 

Deja You

Like a word trapped on the tip of a tongue

my every atom

vibrates

with forgotten knowledge of you.

Haunted.

Every note tastes like you

otherwise discordant.

A bell wrung

notes foreign and familiar equal in unfathomable measure

drive me mad with a sense of unreasonable familiarity.

the sorcery of past lives

What was when?

this is how...

am I supposed to choose?  

Insatiable Yet Understandable Greed

 

Mind what you wish for

when there's more room on your palate

than your plate. 

Sometimes I Need to Be Told

i imagine you saying

sit up straight

walk straight

keep your chin up

eat something

go to bed

let it go

sleep

As if i need that.... 

and i do...

but i'll balk all the same

at the imaginary dom

i continue to ignore.

And because that voice is not yours

i embrace the self neglect

familiar and safe.

Hidden Creases Deep Shadows

Imagine you're in a room so bright and white

you can't discern edges, walls nor the floor.

Now imaging you have a piece of paper in your hand

all crumpled up

It is still white and barely visible

but those subtle shadows you see in the creases

yeah, that's me.

that's always been me. 

Love Hurts

You became my air.

without you,

I find I've forgotten how to breathe.

I blame myself,

thinking it was my time to exhale. 

Silly me. 

I forgot