February 2012
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a simple prayer.
tomorrow,
if i awake,
give me the strength
to stand up,
raise my lips to the sun,
and drink.
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nocturnal.
we creatures of the night,
we children of stardust,
drawn out
like moths to the moon;
to explore the oceans
of mist and shadow
that linger about,
to dance
in the wet grass
with naked feet,
warm,
alive.
yes,
we were alive,
we inhaled the night
and savored the taste
of it
on our lips
and tongues
and deep down
in the caverns of our lungs,
we lived
and breathed
while the rest of...
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i'm beginning to forget.
winter has taken me;
mind,
body,
soul.
i yearn for,
i desire the touch
of your
breath
on my
neck,
it reminds me of summer.
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february 22nd, 2002.
i thought your hand would still be warm when i held it,
like it used to be when you held me,
but i found a chill inside your palm instead,
and knew then that your body was empty and you were dead—
or somewhere above in the dark canvas of space.
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anchor.
press your lips
against mine,
before the rain comes
and washes me
away
forever.
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stay with me.
every night
around this time,
i watch the sun fall
into the open arms
of an oak tree,
and i hear it
whisper:
stay with me,
stay with me
for longer than a minute,
stay with me
and i’ll hold you
through the night,
but the oak is too weak
and the sun
slips away,
silently
dripping
through its fingers
into the darkness.
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actias luna.
once, when i was young, an old man told me the moon was made of moths. that’s why it rises, he said, and falls, and why sometimes pieces disappear, flying off to pollinate the stars.
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m.
don’t hide
behind the ghosts
that rise
from tea cups,
or the dreams you drink
and forget.
the moon is awake
and you,
you’re alive
and beautiful.
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b (anima).
anima
where are you?
what are you?
what is my soul?
my life,
what is a day,
a breath?
is it a question,
an answer,
a mystery?
or a collection of moments
shared between heartbeats
and fingertips
a collection of senses
savored in memory jars
the smell
of coffee
of dripping sunrises
and summer evenings
the touch
of paper pages
in old books
the chill of snow
and skin brushing...
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a (anima).
we’ve forgotten
the meaning of a day,
too mesmorized
and hypnotized
by the hands of a clock,
breathing
is just a drop
of life
inside an ocean
of existence.
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everything else.
i don’t know
what else to say,
not because i ran out
of words, because i haven’t,
nor will i ever.
i don’t know what else to say
because i’m running out of paper,
and ink,
and trees,
and strength in my fingers.
so i’ll finish,
put a stamp on the envelope
and tell you
i’ll continue on
into everything else
that lies beyond the horizon.
i will...
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has poetry lost its power?
the words i write
are inconsequential,
senescent syllables
losing their strength
and ability to stay
alive on a page
for more than two seconds,
they fade and fall off
getting lost forever,
unable to find a way
into your heart.
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blank pages.
you drift so far
away from me,
and i find myself lost
in a sea of white.
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february 10th.
i wish you would stay
with me and find secrets
in the stars
in the trees,
in the scars on our knees
and in all the tiny creases
of our palms.
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i write, therefore i am.
ink drips from my fingers,
ink flows through my veins.
these tiny teardrops
of poems and stories,
pouring from the aqueducts
of my brain.
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flammable.
my lips are matches,
and yours are sparks.
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youdontneedsockstobreathe.
i didn’t want my bed
to be my grave,
so i woke up and lived.
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wrinkles.
kiss my face,
my fingers,
the palms of my hands.
leave your mark
on my skin; abiding
impressions of the seconds
we shared,
so that i might remember you still,
at the end of time
when my memory has faded,
the sun has dimmed,
and you have fallen asleep.
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sea lyrics.
the sky swallows a fire
to the west,
as i feed the ocean poetry
in an empty bottle.
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to: a visitor.
make yourself comfortable
inside my head.
lay down in my brain,
i want you to stay.
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a storm came from the north, and overtook us.
we stand in a blizzard
and you still melt my heart.
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the crystal ball is broken.
i guess
we wont know
where we’re going
until we get there,
but when we arrive
at the end of it all,
we’ll know
we loved.
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rewind.
if i walk backwards
to the birth of the day,
to the dawn,
could i start over?
could i be brave enough
(this time)
to be good?
brave enough
(this time)
to smile,
to forgive,
to cherish hope,
to embrace beauty,
to be selfless,
to be thankful,
to be kind,
and courageous?
if i found my way back
to the sunrise,
to the beginning,
could i have one more chance?
one more breath,
to...
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a question, after midnight.
“how will this end?”
you asked
and i took your hand in mine.
“i don’t know,” was my reply.
“all i have for you
is a beginning.”