From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,this is not a love letterI will swear to God, with a halo on my headand a hole in my heart. But the fact is I revere you more than I have any right to.After all, we are nothing exceptwell-acquainted strangers who have awkward conversations.So why is it that every time the linefalls silent I panic, worrying that your shadowwill make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?Simple: I fear having something to lose and losing the nothing I have. You are treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession. Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallenflames will also rise,they are invisible angelsobvious in demon eyes.
it isn't geniustruth isI am not yourperfect imitation of ends the means could justifyI lie I speak where words would make silence beg "bravery is much like a run-on sentence"speak not.keep thesememories in between your left index finger and thumb when feeling numb,releasefeelings that will warm youin the winter, chill your bones in a summer heat. lonelylettersto bedried like petals,jailed by secrets writtenin some guilty tome. prodigyundead.
A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whipfurled fists let partly tattered tales slipearly echoes, and allowthe lonely ships to sink, baring bows.sail sea. river removeyourself far forth. prepare to provethat you can keep a gruelling grip.
she's broken, but he always breaks thingshis eyes were deep and she dived into them sound-less of a dream and more truthful is the factthat even before she flew or fell, she'd drownedthe protective shell grew on her with a crackthat let the tide pull her heart to the bottomand caused her open soul to fully retracthe remained placid, he stayed rested and calmas the core of her sunk into depths unknowna conscience as guiltless as it could becomeand up through the cold floor, her red shoots have shownstill pulsing and beating and trapped behind bones.
Mourningand I still don't knowwhat was on your mind, when the bullet struck, or if you felt any pain before you fell and the world went dark or if there was some sort of peace...though I've heard it's difficult to sleep when covered in blood.but I know nowhow precious and fragile a thought can be when just seconds are the difference between life and death.I don't knowif you saw any lights,or some other kind of angel coming down for youI often wonder if you spoke before you died: your voice is the only part of youthat the world could not chain, so I'll hold on to the fadingechoes of your words for as long as I can.but I know nowwhat separates sympathyempathy and pity and that being sorry for a loss doesn't make anything better it never did or will.I don't know when the end came or when they deci
regret and other clichesshe did not die, she disintegrated.one moment spent standing by a doorway, embarking the pathway of a thousand simultaneous truths taught her mind to think: "i am not."and so she was.she did not erode, she was erased.here in an instant and gone in the next, that one unnerving déjà vu you can't forget just shivering up and down your spine as if to say: "it is i who haunts you."and so she does.she did not exist, she exuded.light and love and darkness and hate and beautiful things and foul things all came from one mind, and one heart. somewhere halfway 'round the world there may have lived a soul atop some lonely mountain or tucked into a low valley who understood and appreciated the precious delicacy of opposing forces, but it's also possible that none of this ever actually mattered. "we all get sick of things sometimes." not like this.
Tragedy"A tragedy...." They whisper. I survived.
enduranceyour words, why should they be so small?are you an ant-like Atlas caving beneath the weight of neverending skies? a hundred times a thousand. and you, little loyal son of his dead memories floating on her shifting oceans,why should your voice be so soft? why should you tread on tiptoeacross cracks in this mortal armor where a child would boldly speak aloud,fearless of stray sparks among dry timber? "you are the stubborn, weary feet that march forever on."
BarriersI wish that I could tell youExactly how I feel about youEmotions are hardBut words are harderTo communicateYou think that no one caresNo one could be botheredTo talk to youTo comfort youTo love youThis couldn't be anyFarther from the truthI will always be thereIn one form or anotherI hope you understand thatSometimes,SomethingsAre justBetterLeftUnsaid
Today in the mirror...Hidden in the mirrortoday I saw a shadow,wearing all the thingsI used to dream of...Hidden in the mirrortoday I saw a face,with eyes full of hopeand hands full of dreams.She's been gone such a long time!As I looked closer to this stranger,the colors got brighter and clear.All became familiar,the smiles even when there was tears,the little fingers that craved creation.The wonder in those eyes was immense!Before they were slowly darkenedby the realities,that were not so brightand not so colorful.Today hidden in the mirrorI saw those eyes before the pain,before all those things,That brought us sadness.Today in the mirrorI saw who I was,who I was meant to be.And the shadows in the mirror,begun to dissipate.In their place stood out,all my hopes with shaking hands.Handing over my forgotten dreams,with a smile asking to once again,be reunited with my heart,to give my life a brighter day,to give my dreams a place to stay...Today in the mirrorI found myself
I'll Never sayI'll Never SayThere's things I'll never sayCan I kiss your perfect lipsCan I be allowed to love you the way I do?but maybe one day I'll be okWhen I'm alone all I do is think of youWhen I'm with you all I wanna do iskiss your so plump lipsBut I'll never say thisTo me you're perfectYour eyes, lips, smile, laugh, body, personalityEverything about you I find so hauntingeven though I know you'll never knowI want to sleep in your armsLook straight into your eyesMaybe one say I'll get that kissMaybe one day I'll stop hurting(C) Heather Stewart
For YouDarling, I would still write you poems.I'd fill lines and pageswith such sediments, one could feel the loveas if it were conveyed to them alone.I'd capture this moment in the phrases and expressionson the worn page.Give you chillsas my literary fingers slide down your face.Watch your eyes closeas the letters encase you gently.I'd show you the diamond I foundwhile digging through the coal mine.I'd write about the black on my fingersas I uncovered the luster beneath.Tell you of the fortune I gained by never selling it.My dear, I would still write you poems when I'm old,and thoughts stumble out of my mouth like an illiterate fool were saying them.I'd let the words flow out like a river through the pen.I'd watch the letters on the page, once again,wrap around you, encase you, hold you in their shakily written inklike they held you when we were young.
after loveYour cheek pressed against my arm,making it go numb.I watched as youreyelashes tattooedeagle feathers onto your fleshand counted the kid-like frecklesalong the bridge of your noseas you fell asleepnext to me on an unmade bedin a room that was once a basement.I think I'm toofar gone in this stupor,in this trance I'm inwhenever you come overand we play stupid video gameslike that's all we ever think about,like that's natural;an everyday thing.But boy, we both know I'm not yourfriend in the ordinary sense.I'm something you crave inyour shadowy mind,something I can't stand butstill reciprocate.That's just the way it is.I'm uncomfortablewith your secretsbut you get used to mine right away.How is that fair?I want to be just as brave.Inside, I'm nothing but pieces oflost childhood;bottle caps,bubblegum wrappersand pink stickers that say,"Sometimes I'm lostbut I'm still a boy,wanting to experiencethe Spectacular Now."Is that possible,how my thoughtscan
Beautiful Death SentenceFlying minty bunny twirls in the air.Fluffy cotton candy puppy dogs roll around without a care.I watch their laughter and sport with vain.My mind slowly falls to the insane.Shattered dreams cloud my mind.Darling, is there anything I can do to unwind?Shadow realms cover my eyes with blood.All the voices in my head tell me I’m done.All of the world is a beautiful death sentence.All of my tears run black.Silence stabs me in the back.I am losing all my sense.The world is beautiful to the blinded soul.More and more fall to Death’s toll.I watch the world with shame.No one knows how hard it is to be a blind dame.L.H.2013
Cute LimerickA cat and mouse live in my houseand I each day they tend to rouse,chasing each other all aroundwaking me with fighting sounds,but never do wake up my spouse.