kaleidoscope of pastel colors
shifting together, sliding apart
starting to look back through the memories stored
events and emotions, affairs of the heart
rose-colored glasses
a bit cracked and split through
shed light upon the history
of the me’s and the you’s
it’s so beautiful
an intricate, intimate blur
grasping at the temporary
craving to give it a more permanent home
just a simple shift
and it’s gone
like the sweetest kiss
a french
impression.
He doesn't stop
he just keeps running on
from fear, desire
feeling the fire
in his muscles, his lungs
he just keeps running on
the memories flood in
with each breath drawn
he expels them out
his mouth a conduit for revolution
revelations come with each labored step
his heart pumping a continuous circle of life through his veins
he just keeps running on.
Red Sails in the Sunset
how I coined the phrase that marks your memory
deep red ink in my book of poetry
This isn't goodbye
This is acknowledging a faulty compass that led me to your shore
Where I lingered too long
losing sight of what was real.
You were
ever so briefly
just a mirage not meant to last
that did not last.
Boldly, proudly, I wrote how
I am all the more
fully realized for recognizing so
for stepping through and closing that door.
Meekly and weakly, stumbling over supposedly burnt bridges
Drawing blood on pale silks,
skinned knees and torn up palms
I'd still crawl over the mess
bewitched by your charms
and crawl back to your mirage.
Each page, red ink, a different story, a different version
2.0 was lost long ago and replaced, again and again and again
Funny how the saved feature erases or adds on
As I'll save another you as another note in my memory book.
The cool tendrils of October brush my cheek
They flirt with me, whispering: “Remember”
Oh, I remember, you fiend, you friend
Your kiss is one not lightly forgotten.
It’s a blackboard
Not completely erased
Those fragments of chalk
Reminding
All who are left
Of how exactly it all once was.
I remember you
I don’t need a looking-glass to see
Who was there
And when they weren’t
Your shadow always hovers
Just when I think I’m about to catch a glimpse
Of you in the flesh
Your shadow just grins back at me and laughs.
How do you remember it?
What scars did I leave in my wake?
Did I care enough? Too much? Not at all?
Was I as brutal as the remains on the chalkboard?
Those rumors that you left behind I can’t erase
Never seem to fade away
Completely
You led
And I followed
And when you actually wanted me by your side
I missed that memo.
So it’s always been this game
Back and forth and shadow and call
I used to know the players
I used to know my part
Time aged us all
Even the chalk dust has settled
And the classroom now sits empty.
