Archive for November 2011
J. J. Newberry Co.
Among the laughter
filling up the air with smiles,
this beautiful woman sits smirking
at the end of the table.
Aged and tired,
she recalls the times of 20 years prior,
looking to see if I could remember.
How could I forget?
61 and 4,
our trips to the store were magical.
Spoiled I was, always wanting a toy to play with.
Little has changed.
And her eyes gleamed
as I took over the storytelling.
She could not believe how appreciated
she’s been in my eyes all these years.
She’s my earliest memories,
my first adventures.
And as the sun sets,
I can only remember.
I love you forever,
for all that you have taught me,
And the smiles you gave me,
and this one that I gave to you.
The Realization
To taste you
I must waste all
that we tried to accomplish
for so long.
And to waste you,
I must continue
to bury every emotion
deep beneath the sand.
And as the sand blows away,
so does every remembrance
of a time once wondrous,
beloved.
And chronology is unsettling,
yet lasting.
And once it brings peace back to me,
I will forever yield before her.
The Lack
Three times not enough
to remind me
of candy-filled rooms
and flying whistles.
Of how warm the notes look
during Christmas time
in the park. I don’t see you
past the yellow leaves.
I once surrendered to
dazzling lights and
carousel music.
Looking to see it once again.
A pat on the back
is all I ever wanted
but never asked for.
Don’t feel I had to.
The Prior
I tie the bow back
on the gift you were to me.
I can’t open it.
I hand it back to you
as I stand up and turn away.
My head held high.
I sprint through the front door
and into my car
to drive as far as I possibly can.
The sun is shining,
normally annoying,
but today it’s charming.
Window down; need the air.
One second of breath
is all I had left from the despair.
Blood rolled from my tongue
as I closed my eyes
to speak to you.
A blow to the head
from some unexpected text
can turn even the most sane mad.
You maintained your innocence,
as I shot you down. Truthfully,
you are not guilty of anything.
I simply spent one too many nights
wrapped in a blanket, too warm,
asleep to the beat that my drum was making.
The rearview mirror now faces me;
eyes locked on myself. As I drive
to finish the song that’s blaring in my head.
The Search
I placed the curse on my search
with expectations set disastrously high.
Remember the playground days
of cute smiles and sandy eyes.
You know, I don’t remember
13 points down,
we are defeated.
One year spawns interest
for everyone’s sake.
Difficulty in living for others.
Try to walk the rocks that
separate the ocean waters
from where we’ve landed.
Walls of arrowheads and flint
target only the best intentions.
But blood and water soak the walls
and remind us of the hardship.
We are all the same,
as we climb the flights of stairs
to sit in an empty hotel room
in a city home to millions.
Searching for someone’s eyes
among billions of lights
that flicker down below
from our lonely leisure home.
What do you find?
That only you can find lights
to turn on when you push.
This is true.
Cold blankets never hold.
Search for one and not the other.
It can be hard
to let them come to you.
My hands are too slow,
I swear yours are faster,
like your ability to grasp me.
I will now grasp you.
Mirrors Justified
Superficial.
You don’t deserve the attention.
A former constant struggle
should never have met my struggling lips.
You once craved it.
Now you have plenty,
but you’ll never get full
of glancing eyes and lustful winks.
You’re nothing but aware.
You don’t deserve the attention.
My honesty taken advantage
of something bigger than you, I hope.
My ego branded;
my statue still stands.
Yet you still throw coins in the my fountain,
a simple piece of the plan.
Ninja
Like a book that’s been drowned,
I rip the pages to pieces as I pull them apart.
I’m just trying to read the words,
but damage has closed the message.
Some ink drips out on the table,
from beneath the small cracks that are left,
but it’s unrecognizable.
A bayonet sits right above your lips
and it hurts me every time we meet to kiss.
Broadus
I am no doctor.
No magic pill here.
I know I came to fix you,
but I don’t know how to heal.
So, I’m on way to walk these plains
until I fall asleep under the trees
that help shade the mountains,
where I can drink from the river.
Until I awake once more,
and pull the grass from the hill
that I climb.
I will reach the top.
Take your tourniquet;
tie it tight.
I walk down my winding road
and may never cease my journey.
Paper Mate
Sometimes I look both ways at green lights,
as if I expect for the cars
to come flying
through the intersection.
Or I feel bad for emptying
the world that I took down
myself, with two hands,
but with good intentions.
But no one could ever touch me.
I up here alone looking down on you,
wishing you had wings to fly
away from all that kills inside.