Love

I cannot seem to find a place

In which I can belong

I cannot seem to escape this maze

A repeating loop of a mournful song

I search for the light

   An embered coal appears

    Emitting its pitch black pulse

     It’s glow is soft

      Like a fiery opal

       Yet it’s warming heat

        Implores you not to touch

I search for the light

    A darkened tunnel appears

    An inkness from ceiling to floor

      A pinpointed star

       Seems light years away

        It’s promising shine

         Never getting closer

I search for the light

    A fragile flame appears

     A dancing and elegant flicker

      It’s somber swirl bows to the air

      Bending to wind or whisper

       It’s gentle waltz dips

        It’s beauty extinguished

I search for the light

    A solitary bulb hangs down

     The cracking of electricity

      Its fluorescent man made sun

       The snap and pop of the yellowed orb

        Swinging in triumphant arcs

         Blackens out the room

I cannot seem to find a place

In which I can belong

I cannot seem to escape this maze

A repeating loop of a mournful song

Chalk

My smile was for you

Yet yours was for another

I gave you all I had

You still craved some other

My tears were for you

Yet no sorrow fell down your face

I cried myself to sleep

Only chalk to be erased

My heartache was for you

Yet you showed no love for me

I bled a thousand times

You didn’t care to see

My emptiness is full

It’s what is left behind

A broken sort of vessel

A broken sort of mind

The Myth

If you were the ocean

Or the turbulent sea

I would stand on the shores

Holding hands with Penelope

But you are not the ocean

And you are not the sea

While I stand on the cold shores

You do not come to me

If love was an arrow

And I was Daphne

I would run through the forest

Turning into a laurel tree

But love is not an arrow

And I am not Daphne

Escaping  Eros’ false love

You still don’t care to see

If you were a cracked wall

And I was on my knee

I would fall on my sword

United with sweet Thisbe

But you are not a cracked wall

Yet I am on my knee

I have fallen on my sharp blade

And we are still not meant to be

Japanese Clover

Like crossing at the stars

I stared at your vacancy

The empty place you sat

All the battle wounds and scars

My heart was turned over

To a thief among all men

A stifling of self

To a Japanese Clover

Like walking through a maze

I wandered alone; Adrift.

Looking for signs I knew

Questioned sanity and haze

The unsettled Rover

Tracked across the winding path

Suffocating a heart

Like a Japanese Clover

Emotion

Drowning

Though in a draught

Caught in a whirlpool

Of never ending doubt

Swirling

Through a baffling cone

Not trying to hold

Just sinking like a stone

Dropping

Through infinite space

Blackness and silence

That time cannot erase

Spiraling

Though standing up straight

Unable to love

But unable to hate

Drifting

Through land and through time

An intimate stranger

And a heartbreaking crime

Something Anything Nothing

One day I dreamed of something

That I would be someone

That life would hand me cloudy days

And I would make the sun

One day I thought of something

A girl with hair so fine

A lady with blushed cheekbones

A strong and steady spine

One day I dreamed of anything

That life was an affair

That I could rise above the fold

And be beyond compare

One day I thought of anything

A lady with brown eyes

A woman with a mission

An indelible disguise

One day I dreamt of nothing

That this was all that seemed

That love was just an apple

A quick and fleeting dream

One day I thought of nothing

That what appeared was all

That I was just an empty shell

There was no higher call