tiny nooks

tiny nooks with you

reading to me softly

doing that thing you do

transporting us to a place

where nothing much matters

beyond chocolate covered scapes

and eyes that pry

we swim with the moon

in our makeshift starlit sky

~holiday~

let us take holiday on the moon 

whilst the sun serenades eyes heavy 

floating to a magician’s tune 

won’t you build me a swing 

slowly sing to me 

that song you like to sing 

for then we shall fly 

collecting constellations 

barefoot in a night sky 

whisper sweetly like you do 

as the stars giggle 

when my cheeks change hue 

let us take holiday on the moon 

with no thoughts 

of ever returning soon 

These Stones: a poem

i let myself fade to you
knowing the anchor is not through

it presses upon my hollow chest
no will to fight or protest

it dares me not to cry
as I push back the ache with an empty sigh

my head swirls, words circling, once again falling prey
as the rapture returns with its needful intent to slay

haunted by my own thoughts and the words you slur
from frustration and stubborn pride we both continually stir

resentment and desire to throw it all away, gives us constant whiplash this thing we promised
never to betray

what lies beneath us, the darkness that makes you and I
has always been our savior, never to stray away from or lie

yet we are challenged it seems every day
to embrace what we have, instead slipping further and further away.

i know not what rests in your head
if you’ve willed it away or wished it dead

as for me I cannot explain this bond refusing to break
perhaps fate found me you to cure this ache

or maybe a stepping stone for my soul to mend
from the torture I’ve caused it, unsure how to bend

or perhaps I to you to show you the way
beyond the path you thought you’d stay

or maybe the tool to purge a mind
from all that baggage trailing behind.

so when i let myself numb the world and think of you
the first thought I have is were your words true

from all that we’ve shared
it was always obvious to me just how much we cared

but it’s hard for me to accept that we have failed
after chartering waters neither of us have sailed.

how can we just let it all go after having the courage to let the most darkest pieces of ourselves
show?

emotions can be such a powerful drug
that can force us to push feelings under a rug

or cause us to act in disarray
react or say things we don’t mean to say.

insecurities own us, blind us to what’s really there
prisoners to our minds, stripping us bare.

i know this thing I feel is something all together new.
it’s that thing inside that keeps pulling me to you.

there it is the world, coming back into view
i push my thoughts away again, as I repeatedly do.

grief

i know not the lengths of this journey as time, unbeknownst to me, shall likely coil it’s precious and vile moments within the ruptures of my brokenness.

hear the tumultuous cries but leave me to dance in my seemingly motionless state

watch me glare into nothing yet as if the narration of my life is before me

grant me this nirvana where I shall run to the shadows for solace to bleed, to smile, to weep to laugh, to burn, to soar…

image of “Grief” taken from Rock Creek Cemetery in Washington DC. Sculpture created by Augustus Saint-Gaudens and listed on National Register of Historic Places. To read more about its elusive history read on…

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adams_Memorial_(Saint-Gaudens)