Monday, June 13, 2011

Planets

I want to jump in the pool of love
Get wet in the tangles of passion
Feel the heat beating on my face
Keeping me going
Through crashing waves
And forget the lies
That make us feel tamed
Hold my breath
And transport myself
To worlds of angels
Floating full of grace
Swim with arms flailing
Legs kicking
The way we get from place to place
When no one is looking
No one can care
Roll with the splashes
Keep me escaping
Unchained
Like planets in outer space

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The One That Got Away

I like to pretend that I’m the one that got away
That I’m the one you think about
When sunsets go down
And the wind sweeps the hair on your face

Because I’ve spent so many nights being that one
Thinking the next day he will be forgotten
But always returns to haunt my desolation
And make my eyes feel heavier

To give you credit is to give you power
And even in my most desperate moments I would not acknowledge that.
Until I realize maybe, I’m too, one causing pain somewhere else
In which case I know the one I long for, longs for someone too.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Never In Peace

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Sometimes I just want to be an ashole
Because atleast that would be fun
And you would feel me too
Pressing your soft side
Where you worked so hard to keep clean
But I never do
I don’t do unto others I do not wish done to me
Not in trouble
Never in peace
Never in peace

If only you could count the times I’ve felt this way
If you could count the sunsets of all time
The specs of sand on the California coast
The stars in the sky
I can count high
The amount I’ve been low

I don't even want you to know this much
Becaue I don't even want you to know me
I don't want to know me like this
But I especially don't want you to know this little peace I've found in writing this

Friday, February 11, 2011

A Slave to the Tides?

Droughts come and go
A slave to the tides
Heat will make us see what we need
When water flows, we bath in the wealth of the seas
Duchesses and Kings will stay high in their castles
Never worry of the changing weather below the clouds
And as long as we look up to the gods for help
We’ll never make most of what we have underneath

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Messages In Bottles

Sentenced to a life without your love

Every chair is an electric chair

Every drink is poison

Even tiptoes through space seem to be breaking sound barriers

Even in the tossing of everything into the flames the smoke drifts towards me

Sentenced to a life without your love

In creating a new life and looking at new sunlight

Like shadows you creep into my thoughts

Like putting my feelings of you in a bottle and sending them off to sea

You’ve been floating back to my shores with the same note inside

Today I wonder if you are the one sending it back

Telling me not to forget

Sentenced to a life without your love

Whether or not it is you sending it back

Memories I encounter still make me smile

And I hope they do for you too

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Just A Drop Of Water

Just a drop of water…
To wet my tongue like you used to do
Just to pull the mug in closer…
To replace the distance we’ve created.
… I can fill it up as I please, when I’m once again reminded of the emptiness my thirst leaves.

You unreluctantly dismissed me as the tides kept pushing me to my knees…
The tears have disappeared and the tracks can no longer be seen.
But memories of our mysterious future still slip into and out of my mind like those waves that crash in my vision taunting me.
Passing by the sand I hold on loosely to the place you left me.
I go searching in far corners for water from other sources.
Still somehow I always wind up at this same place
Sometimes laying low to fall into the sound of your pulling in and out of shore.
Hoping one day you’ll reach me and pull me into your lips to wet once more.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

You Return

I can see the blood running through my veins
The sunlight gleaming through my skin
The fire burning through my eyes
The air gusting through my hair
The moon comes and takes it all away
The veins hide
My skin refuses to shine
My eyes begin to darken
And my hair falling quietly onto my face
But then you return
And warmth returns to make me sweat even in this cold night.

About Woe

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.