Why I Don't Write Poetry

I am no poet by any means.  Sometimes, though, I just wanted to put something down on paper.  Or maybe I just wanted to say something that couldn't be said through prose.  Either way, this is all rubbish.  Like, this is some really embarrassing stuff, here.  And, it's not even all of it. But, I suppose it's impetus to do better, so that the thought that anyone can see this will compel me to better it and replace each line with something better.

We'll see.


Streelight, Starlight

Streetlight, starlight

Can you feel the ebb and flow?

Streetlight, starlight

Have you lost your morning glow?

I can still taste your velvet lips

But you’re breaking like glass

I can feel your heartbeat

Through the stillness of night

Your moist whisper curls around my neck

Streetlight, starlight

Can you feel the ebb and flow?

Streetlight, starlight

Have you lost your morning glow?

If our legs entwine

Are we one?

If we lay tangled

Is this complete?

The moonlight picks up dust motes

The tendrils of your smoke tease the sky

Streetlight, starlight

Can you feel the ebb and flow?

Streetlight, starlight

Have you lost your morning glow?

Tell me a story

Life before me

Kiss my cheek

Break my heart

Walk away

Streetlight, starlight

Can you feel the ebb and flow?

Streetlight, starlight

Have you lost your morning glow?

When the world goes black

Who will be my light?

When the world is cold

Who will be my warmth?

When there’s nothing left

Who will be my addiction?

Streetlight, starlight

Can you feel the ebb and flow?

Streetlight, starlight

Have you lost your morning glow?

If now is all we have

Then now is all I want

Happiness comes in these moments

Will you remember me with a smile?

Without you, the stars would fall

Sing me your song

Streetlight, starlight

My Reflection

I saw my reflection in her diamond tears

As they fell like raindrops to shatter on the blue

The fragments of memories scattered like flowers in the air

Our love was like a symphony unending

Music that lifted my soul

The music, my love.

Listen to the music.

Just Another Starry Night

Fuck you.

            Cunt.

I should have known when you drug your razor tongue across my throat

That I was addicted.

My pain for your pleasure.

As you pumped your heroin into my blood.

Because I was afraid to be alone.

I never said no.

Nameless Face In The Crowd

All the world's a stage

And I've forgotten my line.

I've missed my entrance

I've botched my rhyme.

Desperate to do battle with words

lines letters and meter

I am ill equipped

Outgunned outnumbered outthought

I wrote a page.

He wrote a book.

My writing is deliberate and cramped.

His swift and tight.

Black and white I give.

Watermarks, bindings, and pictures flow forth from him.

An inescapable mad thought.

He has a she that will never return.

I have a broken, mishealed mind.

Sapping her joy, bleeding her fervour.

You

My love.  The sun doesn't rise until you do.  My world doesn't begin until I first lay eyes upon you.  I can taste nothing until my lips taste yours.  I can hear nothing until you voice touches my ears.  I am blind until my eyes find you.  My heart doesn't beat until your fingers brush my skin.

I begin.

And end.

With you.