crossinghouses
May 09, 2016 06:46
The sound of
hollow words resonating
in my head filling it
with echoes
Just like how you
used to fill
my body with
your presence
They say empty vessels
make the most noise
perhaps it’s why
I complain and you lie.
To be able to love
so much is
to be able to hurt
so much and
After all, Poetry
is an echo
asking a shadow
to dance.
poetry
crossinghouses
May 09, 2016 01:39
Tears blurring a vague vision
of laughing, retreating shadows
Someone says, “Don’t cry,”
in a voice, laughing.
Gay voices dancing in your
head singing tales of you
“Don’t listen,” someone says,
in that gay voice, echoing.
You can defeat them but
each dawn, in equal proportion
hope and despair comes.
In life, there are no limits
and pain is no
poetry
crossinghouses
May 09, 2016 01:18
Fingertips- ghosts along skin
where you once loved me
is now where I bleed
onto our worn, fraying duvet
that warmth borrowed, stolen
from orange glow of street lights
listlessly glistening off a wet pavement
Where I bought a matchstick from a dead girl.
I could set my soul ablaze with it
But darling, you would still be cold.
poetry
crossinghouses
May 09, 2016 01:15
Instead of beauty-
paint covers your face but not
Those red, dry eyes
that were once but no longer.
As tears carve scars
down skin, splitting a mask
Washing away a smile like
that Cheshire grin
There are days you just
Wish to disappear into dust;
fade off like that cat
Leaving behind a smile
poetry
crossinghouses
May 09, 2016 01:11
A glimmer of change
creeps through the crack
beneath the door just as
hope draws a last breath.
It dances; slowly enticing
the world crumbling beneath
Falling and pirouetting and
lighting the room like sun-rays
Spinning and unraveling-
that familiar dreary motion
Remains unchanged as we laugh
at helpless jokes about ourselves
poetry
