I have more bad nights than I have good.
lying in a haunted haven,
strings of lights to fight off
shadows on the bedroom wall,
i fall
from my state of mind
and into a state of stone,
curse my icy fingertips!
curse my icy bones!
as my heart slowly freezes over,
clutch onto something, quickly-
clutch onto someone, quickly-
too late.
a single, tiny, salty tear
rolling down my cheek, my fear
has taken me
a sand scrubbed boardwalk,
a twisted tree,
did no one tell you
everything turns to dust?
i often find i can't forget
the inky, stealthy, creeping night
in winter
when the days
grind down to the bone, yes,
i often find i can't forget
your pale face,
i can't forget my frightened race
to happiness,
my flee from what was dark,
those scars, those screams,
those rusty seams that
always held up sappy smiles-
and still,
i don't like looking back
it just reminds me
who we are
we are-
the disappointed, falling faces
slowly shuffle away from
neighborhood bar gone bankrupt,
the makeup
smudges on your pillow,
the clouds that linger in the sky,
we are-
empty stall at the carnival,
broken seashells overlooked by
searching children
sharp edges stuck in the sand,
an empty hand
in a crowd of lovers,
captivates the artists eye
while other simply pass us by,
the apple that falls
too far from the tree,
we are-
thrown away gazes
haphazard faces,
the pen run out of ink,
fathers look to daughters
we all know you're disappointed,
button fell off coat,
rain outside the puddle,
wilted flowers
for someone who left this world,
we are-
the blue veins, the red wrists,
undiscovered frosty kiss,
an unsung song, forgotten lyrics
and dark, warm molasses harmony
brings tears to the eyes
a lump in the throat,
just a scuff on old shoes
a scratch that shows
darling you've walked too far,
we are-
the street lights that line the avenue,
silent sniffles and cried out eyes,
casting shadows in dark places
illuminating buried secrets
in lonely gazes
and faded graffiti,
late night heartbeat in 3/4 time
a waltz through a starry daydream
don't you want to know their story?
mother, you don't know their story,
brother, you don't know my story.
i am-
nothing but a possibility
a patch on the shelf, devoid of dust
old diary, never opened
but always pondered.
Do you really want to remember anyways?
I don't really want to remember anyways.
fingers, brush a peeling lip,
and eyes gaze out the window
welcome rain and waiting fall
while summer sunshine dissipates
and walking stories stroll through streets.
children, best enjoy your play
your sunny summer pool days,
like birthday bubbles, sidewalk chalk
everything will fade.
and mother, please don't reminisce
of younger years and fleeting bliss,
for though we cherish midnight kiss,
it still leaves us in the morning.
and darling, don't you know by now
not everyone can be as cruel as you?
In the corner of your eye,
We all forget.
We're all forgotten.
