Tag: original prose

a silent sadness

let Summer pass.

seek beauty
in it’s absence,
and peace

in whispered
mourning.

she would
fix up her eyelashes
pile on the makeup

then flutter them
in my face

“Hi Johnny, what you thinkin’?”

“I’m thinkin wuts up
with the lashes?”

she smiled and batted
them again
“I didn’t think you noticed”
she said.
“but u did, that’s wuts up”

I want to crawl
across your skin,
one pore
at a time.

grasping
those silken hairs
that so elegantly
caress you,

and become
one of
them.

we could be married
u used to say
not get married
be married
like
it was a spontaneous
thing
as if
agreeing
with that statement
would make it be

we could be
a tree
I sed

we could be
divorced
from reality

we could be

I always liked
when u sed
we

there is something special
our ripples intertwine
I am part of yours
You are part of mine

this is what I see

a singularity

off into forever

together

you and me

I get lost.

define lost.

the part of my existence
that I
don’t understand.

and

I can’t go back
because
I don’t know where
back is.

I get lost

the cracks were always there.
vertiginous yet
hidden,
in some alternate reality.

always there
to swallow me up.

holding me immobile,
save
for the occasional twitch
and persistent clawing
of the index finger
on my left hand which,
seemingly disconnected from
this reality, was trying to drag me
back into my own.

so in the end
I could fall again

words need not
be spoken

reality walks
down a crooked highway

all promises
have been broken

as have we

and tomorrow is
another day

Autumn
come
she will

lay thy body
down

Summer wanes
days grow short
do what thou must
do what thou ought

-HW Longfellow