i’m thinking about us proudly
filling solid spaces with
noise
our mouths are bloody
we spilled nervously and coughed red laughter
i find we fit perfectly
i just wanted to see you find me
where i feel this find
i wanted your happiness in mine
i’m waiting outside the
universe
there are two worlds in which i
patiently wait for passion
the physically interactive
is tiny and
rigid
and cleansing itself of fantasy
there must be many worlds
where you love me with
red-blooded caution
in my dreaming mind
hearts are unembarrassed and
unreal
solid friendship, fucking
nothing’s finite and reality is perfect
the universe is a soft space we
fill with
noises
11.25.2009
11.07.2009
Strip
Strip me down and knock me out.
With your probing eyes,
and your poison mouth.
I have come to realize that though your lips say the words it will never be true.
In those eyes I will never be good enough for you.
To look past the lies that you left behind,
inside of my head.
You left me for dead...
The gentle reminder that you are still here,
soft, sweet words still ring in my ear.
How I long for silence and your voice to abate,
stop haunting me at night, stop taunting me as I wake.
It was always the little things, you were ever so sly.
Add a wink or a laugh to a push or a cut,
it was all I needed to bat my eyes.
Security and safety you represented for me,
however, molding clay is all you would see.
In an artist's hands you'd hoped I'd be.
Yet you are not so artful, crafty, or kind.
The clay lacked the luster you had hoped to find.
Trying anyhow to sculpt and form,
your frustration sets in and creates a storm.
You can't hide what you really wanted from me.
It was simply something I never WANTED to be.
You say you are done, through all of this.
You threw me away, with lies in my head.
You left me for dead.
So leave me alone,
at peace and away from you.
I need to sort it all out,
the lies you left,
the girl you left...
Release me, return me to the ground.
Here I will stay, silently awaiting the day
when I can once again feel the stillness at night.
The stillness that comes when the artist disappears.
When my inner soul stops this useless fight...
I will NEVER give up who I am for what you wanted me to be.
JRH
With your probing eyes,
and your poison mouth.
I have come to realize that though your lips say the words it will never be true.
In those eyes I will never be good enough for you.
To look past the lies that you left behind,
inside of my head.
You left me for dead...
The gentle reminder that you are still here,
soft, sweet words still ring in my ear.
How I long for silence and your voice to abate,
stop haunting me at night, stop taunting me as I wake.
It was always the little things, you were ever so sly.
Add a wink or a laugh to a push or a cut,
it was all I needed to bat my eyes.
Security and safety you represented for me,
however, molding clay is all you would see.
In an artist's hands you'd hoped I'd be.
Yet you are not so artful, crafty, or kind.
The clay lacked the luster you had hoped to find.
Trying anyhow to sculpt and form,
your frustration sets in and creates a storm.
You can't hide what you really wanted from me.
It was simply something I never WANTED to be.
You say you are done, through all of this.
You threw me away, with lies in my head.
You left me for dead.
So leave me alone,
at peace and away from you.
I need to sort it all out,
the lies you left,
the girl you left...
Release me, return me to the ground.
Here I will stay, silently awaiting the day
when I can once again feel the stillness at night.
The stillness that comes when the artist disappears.
When my inner soul stops this useless fight...
I will NEVER give up who I am for what you wanted me to be.
JRH
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