NOV PAD 2010 - Day 19

There is an emptiness you can't fulfill,
the minus you that fills the air completely.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 16

Why Card House Always Topple...




Because it is midway through the 11th month and half the day is already over. Because the fall is not the season of love. Because everything around us is dying...including us. Because I have walls, but no windows or doors. Because you can't be someone's shadow without sunshine and it's been raining nonstop for weeks. Because your best friend hats me and frankly I'm not too fond of her either. Because I'm socially awkward and I haven't learned how to hide it. Because I can't trust in something I'm not sure exists and although you are the most tangible thing in my reality I can't allow myself to submerge in you.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 12

The weakest point in the chain is where the kink is;
the part that keeps knotting in on itself. The ends are moving
away from the center towards infinity
and that kink just tightens, pressured
until it breaks. You couldn't care if it breaks. It's not you.
Not you breaking into pieces. You had the common sense to be steel,
and steel can't bend backwards to fortify nickel.

NOV PAD 2010 - day 11

No One Wants You...

I'm known to be mean, but not cruel;
not an ugliness that likes to tear things apart. And I could shred you,
toss you like confetti; but I don't
thought about it , but didn't. I can't find my pleasure
in your pain; the sight of you cracked and holding pieces of yourself in.
I am no longer a hero, but I won't be your villain either.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 6

Looking for the Man...

Peering at me over her glasses she sighs--disappointment;
I am not the woman she planned on me being. Not the vision
of ladylike endeavors. She knows somewhere there's a "he" to make me more
"she"
less it. At least that's how she's always seen it. How she's trying
to teach me to see it; but I'm too old for secondary education. To set
in the comfort of my mold. Or maybe neither of us have walked
each other footsteps and maybe neither of us is ever going to...

NOV PAD 2010 - day 2

I can tell you about concrete. Tell you
about barb wire, about burnt bridges and bruised bones.
Love, is not something that can be deciphered
or explained; it has a language
my heart is just now learning...at least it thinks.

I can tell you about murmurs. Tell you
about holes, monitors and clogged arteries.
I can illuminate the tangible, the constant. I cannot tear
these foundations asunder and rebuild.

National Poetry Month - Day 21

Sin never sleeps, so they call me an insomniac
my eyeballs are allergic to the lids, blinking
leaves me tearing; like I believe in emotions.
With anger I'm most intimate, one night stand
where the day never comes.

National Poetry Month - Day 1

papier-mache lion you roar in crumbling notes
un-fearsome
unfathomably you matchstick the roads you've already traveled,
trailblazing. You comet flame
burning an ideal long past it's lifetime. You burn at half-light
I burn on a daily basis, end to end
a furnace brimming with ashes.