Stained (a poem)

Stained

Written July 18th, 2011

A familiar pair of eyes

Stare out at me from the computer screen

An image from the life you’re living

This very moment, somewhere, without me

And there’s this sinking feeling

Way down deep in my innermost core

I can’t look away from your face

While I remember the loss of something that could have been more

I can’t help but wonder if you think of me

If you reminisce and miss what we had

On the cold and rainy days

The days I used to keep you warm

(Dear Marius) So Far Away (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

So Far Away

Written on June 23rd, 2011

Two months after the death of Michael J. Hall

On April 23rd, 2011

The lips sing

Releasing the pain

The guitar notes sting

Harsh and lovely, against the grain

The fingers fly

Dancing on those keys

Trumpet call fills the sky

Sharp and noble, this musical plea

Playing these songs

Gives me some closure

On repeat

Over and over

You’re never coming home

But I know

It’s not over

And I’m not alone

(Dear Marius) Were You Real? (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Were You Real?

Written May 28th, 2011

Pictures everywhere

Of a familiar face

A friendly green stare

And a smile like no other

In this world, anywhere

 

And yet these photos

Are just paper

Not living flesh

These photos

Hold the memories

Not the presence

Crippled (a poem)

Crippled

Written May 27th, 2011

Scared and alone here

Surrounded by white

And blinding fluorescent light

Close my eyes against the rising fear

I don’t want to believe it’s true

I can’t see the future anymore

My dreams are dead, my hope buried beneath the floor

Where my leg should be; just hospital sheets colored baby blue

Destructive Cyle (a poem)

Destructive Cycle

I can scream

At the dead white walls

Up into the hopeless gray sky

Into my defenseless deaf pillow

            The walls will remain silent

            The sky will only begin to cry

            My pillow will lie resentfully from my voice’s torment

            None of them will do anything

            To stop you from going

These Are the Days (a poem)

These Are the Days

These are the days
When everything you eat falls to ash
At your lips
And even after you swallowed
The taste you wish would go away most
Remains
And your stomach is in pain
From digesting the delicacy
That was your favorite yesterday
Or any other normal day
But not today