War

I don't feel comfortable treating my body with kindness,
or the type of respect I give to her's.
Waking up with a new disease is an excuse,
something to blame when things go sour.

Speaking foreign languages on foreign tongues,
deciphering feelings in this frail figure.
Spoken to so physically I can't help but write,
yet these words embarrass the prose.

After years of wishing away at myself,
I'm comfortable enough to feel insecure.
Maybe I'll put up a wet floor sign,
But for now, one more slip.

Breakthrough

What once was a hobby is now a chore
You reached inside me and you stole
Right from my core you stole this chore
Backtrack to the days of wonder and galore
Fast-forward through the moments of bore
Now that you're gone
I want it back
The chore, the hobby, the grand show
Now lacking rhythm, the toe tapper, the hook
You fished it right from my grasp
You can call it passion
But all I want to do is create
Look up and on ahead to departed friends
And mark these now frail words:
I will take it back
What's mine is mine
What's your's is also mine
A collection of what makes us whole
The sun has set on your glow
All to be seen is a shadow
The shadow that you stole

With Regards

And so begins
my expedition to unalienate,
to love and unhate these feelings.
Gratitude to you all,
the way of right,
for without you,
there'd be no right.

Templates

What she knows
What he knows
What they know
What we know

What she can't do
What he can't do
What they can't do
What we can't do

Just another poem about moving on
Just another poem about breaking up
Just another poem about heartache
Just another poem about perseverance

It's a new day to create
It's a new day to destroy
It's a new day to waste
It's a new day to contemplate

What she knows
What he can't do
Just another poem about heartache
It's a new day to contemplate

Dear

Dear Tracy, I'm sorry for all I've done
I'm walking away once more
But this time it's for good
Dear Tracy, all I've done is run

Dear friend, never an honest word
I'm a liar sitting upon a fragile throne
The world I promised does not exist
Dear friend, I'm no longer concerned

Dear lover, I will never look into your eyes
All the contempt that they hold
These years have made me blind
Dear lover, don't look as it dies

Dear misery, we're no longer good company
You'll find riches elsewhere
Dancing to a brighter future
Dear misery, never move again so subtly

Dear friend, you won't be forgotten
The silver linings obscured by dirt
A sunrise through the forest
Dear friend, you are not so rotten

Dear lover, I have left my imprint
Wherever you lay your head now
Animals that laid at our feet
Dear lover, leave me among the lint

Dear misery, a cold front is approaching
Stay warm inside
You will be loved so soon
Dear misery, subdue the opposing

Dear friend, collection of tears we've cried
Moments to be cherished
Laughs we've shared
Dear friend, if I only I tried

Dear lover, a conscious intuition
Friends that could not co-exist
Parents to be dissolved
Dear lover, it's superstition

Dear misery, the words are easier now
The path gets clearer
The run isn't so exhausting
Dear misery, I don't know how

Dear Tracy, someday I will be sorry
There's vacancy in this heart
The truth is no longer freeing
Dear Tracy, a cloudy sky is still starry

Pluto II

When we were young
we'd lie under the sky and stare at the stars,
the grass, the dew, the fading memories;
the dreams, forgotten aspirations, fleeting moments.

It was that moment under a cloudy canvas
we decided to build a spaceship.
This world wasn't enough for us,
so we promised each other a universe.

Then our story stalls,
A turn for your worst.
Before long, our trip had destination.
What was a journey became an escape.

Pluto - you hoped to find serenity,
peace from your own undoing.
Pluto may have been found,
but so have you.

I learned so long ago
you cannot run from what you are.
I was only going to tell you this
light years past Pluto.

Now that I've been left behind,
you have only the shadow
you sought to leave behind.
Alone on Pluto.