Not Because

I am not an artist
Because I am peace

I am not spectacular
Because I am calm

I am not vivid
Because I am serene

Old Dreams

In the dark classrooms of my mind

Light from an old projector

Burns softly on a white window

Creeps gently on the walls

Shines dimly on the floors

Illuminates lessons and corners

Displaying diagrams and crumpled sheets

Shedding light on sleeping students

We all wake

But when?

Soundless Circles

Silence is a never ending circle.
It starts the moment after you make a noise.
First you wonder, Did I speak?
Then you ponder, Should I speak again
Until it changes to, But now it's too late
Right back to, Did I even speak?

And round and round it goes
From sadness to anger to confusion
Right back to sadness
Over back to anger
Until it all melts away back into confusion

Where is the joyful noise
Where is the acknowledgement of my sound
I can speak, and be heard, and make sense
Speak to me
Speak back to me
Break this Silence, this Circle

The Colors of Life

We live
We die
That's the rhythm of time

Light goes on
Light goes off
A binary cycle

Inhalation
Exhalation
The only true dichotomy

But there is more that makes us live
Makes us shine
Makes us breathe

The moment of beginning
The second that ignition happens
The first rush of air

The fading twilight before death
A softly glowing ember disappearing
The pause of emptiness

There is more to life light and air
There is more to death darkness and emptiness
The rhythm of time follows no beat

Give Voice

Give voice
To the empty world around
To the silent places of a room
To the tiny cavity that is an ear

Give voice
To the dead men who are wiser
To the young men who are bolder
To the colleges who are neither

Give voice
To the soil being cleft in two by age old roots
To the air as it is pulled deep into your lungs
To the memory of a long lost kingdom in your dreams

Give voice if only to stem the onslaught of soundless souls

Presence

Christmas lights
Letterman
Parents in pyjamas
Cold feat
Warm tea
Chest on my thighs
Ache in my back
Yoga in my brain
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Flowers opening and closing
Taking in air and light
Giving it back again

Simile: What is like

Your face is what I hunger for
Like falling leaves in autumn
Like the living rain of spring.

I need your very mind
Like blue in the sky
Like sun on the sand

I hope for your breath
Like the gales of a hurricane
Like the whispers of a secret

Your skin is all that I could ever want
Like the rough comfort of stone
Like the embrace of bedsheets

I fantasize about your dreams
Like the quite love of a park bench
Like the shine of the moon on snow
Like the ripple of grass in the wind
Like the smell of spruce in a downpour
Like the first moment of a morning
Like the timeless days of summer
Like the art you move within me

I want the chance to experience every part of you
Like we never could imagine any other way to be

Verbs: Action Words

Throbbing

Pounding

Aching

Rising

Pulsing

Panting

Moaning

Screaming

Stretching

Sliding

Spilling

Sweating

Bouncing

Knocking

Growing

Touching

Licking

Rubbing

Teasing

Penetrating

Overflowing

Erupting

Exhausting

Intriguing

Exciting

Intoxicating

Moving things.

More than sand beneath the feet

Water rushing between the toes

Brine pricking at the nose

Sun ripening the skin

Wind pulling at the hair

Let my blood be the sea water

Let my flesh become the sand

Let my bones become the sunlight

Let my passion turn to wind

I don't hate this life

But it has no power over me

The living parts of the world

Are far more appealing

Change me into moving things

Welding Haikus

Sweet cherry metal

Flowing freely to my heart

Strange water, Strange bloom

Brighter than dull blood

Illuminating caverns

Of body and soul

Burning new pathways

Forging a heart of iron

Fusing all the parts

Mind Overthrown

My dreams have turned dark and vivid
Sweet bile rising against my throat
Saturation so rich it makes my brain itch
Darker than it should be
Even the light is only a gaudy imitation
There is far too much colour
Not enough life
It strangles and struggles and kills
While panic and loathing follow

Dreams are meant to be bright
Not always good or pure or nice
But they aren't the world
They float above like afterlife
Even nightmares make us feel alive
Fear suspended in a safe place

These are not dreams
These are not dreams
These are not dreams
Something has taken my mind
Using it for some foul purpose
These are not dreams

Love Fades, But Love Lives On

It's 5am and I love you.

In the morning, I will still love you

In 6 months, I'll be trying to forget you.

In 2 years, I'll see something that'll remind me of you

In 30 years, I'll won't even remember your name.

It's not shameful, not cruel, not heartless or sad.

It's life, it never ends, and it doesn't go backwards.

Time rolls on, we forget it all, and live forever in an ever changing present.

Until we die, our lights go out, and we hope our legacy makes a difference.

But right now, it's 5am and I love you.

May it never change. (May it always change)