Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Hide

Chapped skin
Blue from the surrounding chill
Slush running through veins
Soft thuds of a hidden heart
Pleading for the mouth to be unsewn
To feel the warmth
Radiating from your arms
A body shies away
While the mind clings tighter
Your eternity of solitude
Has only begun
A vow of silence
So the ice does not melt
So the warmth of the fire
Does not scald your breakable digits.
Hide away
With your singed off thumbprints
And your empty eyes
Disappear into the frost.
Escape.

The Beginning

Like your fingertips in winter
Like your chilled cheeks at dawn
Like your glazed eyes late night
All it is, is numb.
While the rainwater is rising
Above your knobby white ankles
The streaks of color
Are dripping from your white-knuckled fists.
Your heart will race
As the goblet runs dry.
Your lips will be chapped.
The kaleidoscope color
Stolen from your eyes.
But no,
The hands moving over you,
You will not feel.
Your calloused fingers
May twitch and curl
But you are numb.
But you will heal.
Eventually.
Like a half-written equation
Or the leaf that's yet to fall
You are incomplete.
Like the poem missing a stanza
Or the kiss without love
Awaken from your slumber.
Feel.
Rise.

Sparrows, Butterflies, and Tsunamis

Rise from the broken,
The beaten,
The blind.
Rise to overcome;
Leaving it behind.
Raise your flag high,
Proclaim your strength.
You are a warrior.
Victim, no sir.
I am victorious
over lies,
over deception.
Like a natural disaster:
Unstoppable.
Undefinable.
Rising,
In the face of evil
To become beautiful.
Metamorphoses.
The butterfly,
Reaching
Towards the sun-drenched skies.
Her true colors,
Soaring.