Meiko

Lying in a bed
made for someone
far more deserving of rest.
If only the context
wasn't so depressing
this cigarette would signify
more than defeat.
This loss was comforting
for a little while,
but pillows don't compare
to the thighs that keep
such a precious thing
moving through the silence.

13 Minutes

Staring at blank pages
hoping the words will disappear,
trying to lose meaning of what's not there.

Sift through ashes of safe houses,
the ethereal one facing Eden
that I hastily burned down.

Staring down the barrel of a lifetime,
Trigger happy and truly.
Right to the temple, splattered pages.

The pages are no longer blank,
the words have disappeared,
and they still have no meaning.

Attic

These places seem so familiar,
dangling feet and imposing graffiti,
storied furniture and dead windows.

Life is happening on the outside.
Inhaling dust that treads softly.

So needless to say,
everything gets better,
it's swallowing that gets tougher.

Ghosts clinging to spirits,
zombies that wander and wonder,
all above the life outside,
swaying as heat will allow.

It may be impossible to decipher now,
but everything gets better.

Tribute

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me

1942-2013

Whitley Poems

The following are pieces written by Whitley Gwisdalla.

As if I Died
You're always busy,
You're always occupied
I seem to no longer mean something
It's as if I died

You don't call me anymore
You don't say sorry
You practically kill me
And that's something you'll never see

This is getting too hard
I'm becoming too weak
I don't like the future
Because its now very bleak

I wait for your answer
But you act like you don't know
You see the response I'm after
You never give it to me, instead you let me go

I wish you'd change your mind
Come to me and be mine
But that's just a dream
And I'm out of time

I Can't Sleep
I can't sleep at night
Too many thoughts on my mind
I don't know which path is right
To me, you've not been kind

You don't think about me anymore
I can see it in your eyes
Your ability to lie is poor
The only quality of yours I despise

I wish I could believe your words
But I'm too smart for that
Even though they're as sweet as the song of mockingbirds
I see through your darkness like a cat

I try to climb free
But I'm in too deep
At the bottom of a hole, I can't see
And for you, my soul is what you'll keep

Dedications, Can't Say I'm New Here

And cut.

(A scale to measure moments)

What you mean to the world matters not

The world you are to me matters most

If you could be still, why today?

When there is so much for tomorrow?

The sunshine, the storms

The liquored ladies, the forms

Yet here we are wishing it was yesterday

Has despair blinded you all?

I know you can see

If not for the past, where would we be?

We'll see better days

(If only for a little while)

I miss you, Whitley.

3 years today, my friend.

She's Going Away

Between the sheets lies honesty,
and not a promise will escape.
Dream of dream girls
I'll be seeing in my nightmares.
Something of a pulse, this love.
Something to make me feel alive.
If you soon walk away
to lands of promise
and more importantly distance,
you'll be farther away
from memories than I could
ever dream of being.
But when I wake up
and you are not around,
take comfort knowing
I dreamt of you
deep within my nightmares.