The beginning is a dream, from there you begin your quest through words.
-Nicole Tabat
The moon stares me down
As I walk tonight
She is here now
And later when I am asleep
She will be there too
Whispering words I cannot hear
Even as I long to hold her near
Feels like death kept in stasis
Grief lingering long past its time
Hope grips it tight
And I long for that hope
Despite the dark of the sky
The moon still stares me down
There is a future
A past to be sure
But there is a future
No one doubts it
More than me
But still
There is a future
There is no one you can be
That isn’t you and I see futures there
I cannot hide that behind my eyes
If only I could see
What do my words see
Do they pierce your gaze
Or fall to the floor still
Do they mean to hope
Or are they long since dead
Were it for a thought or a dream
A frequent fluttering to the floor
Is the hope more than its value
Does it light the way or blind us
Holly come quick
There’s a flight of death in the air
And she means to end us
Her smile is cracking
And her teeth are out
Her soul splintered
Jagged and wrong
Holly my dear
Say the words written
To banish her
She’ll never see it coming
And will surely fall to shards
In spite of it all
Sometimes you gotta wonder on a poet
What words are said here
And what words are left dormant
Lost in the void of time
For nothing but a bit of bread
And a dream which never follows
—
It makes one pose in ponderance
Of what we mean it to be
This dance we do from shadow to shadow
What matters more than what we toss away
—
Sometimes you gotta wonder in the moment
And laugh at what never was
And cry for what never will be
And despair at the thought of it all
And rage such a rage that their gods tremble
And watch in glee as it all falls down
And shatters on the floor
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I slept in today
And I when I awoke
I drew a sketch
I wrote a story
I sang a song
I played make believe
That it was all going to be okay
Then I wrote this
And I haven’t quite decided
How it ends
summer sunset true
i am free here
some sudden words
i am me here
sweet sorrow mine
i am here here
what words, what deeds
i am sure to find here
true means true
i am lying here
a bed awake alone
i am sighing here
in thought of
a summer sunset true
to be found here
Reasons remain
Vivid woven lights
So I saw what was
In response I felt
Forever a fault
Now I wish to know
Why the flame
What purpose has it
Why this flame
How shall it be
From where to when
But only this I know
I am broken tonight
Words do not mend me
As they once did
A heart’s a fire
Until it’s out
Our fridge is gone
Long ago he arrived
By what way I know not
But she remains only a shell
Cooking the food entrusted to them
Smells delicious, not spoiled at all
This may be a hot take
But fridges are supposed to be cold right
All my best poems
Are written in blood red honesty
To readers who will never read them
Not mindful at all of how these words will seem to others
Never straight from my heart to theirs, indirectly as always
These words linger here until I lay them to rest below new works
Forgotten lines said to the wrong eyes said to the wrong hearts said wrong
Because wrong words feel right somehow because I can write them now because they write me somehow
I am what words follow
I wished only
To be found
Again and again
In her eyes
To see her
Seeing me
And smiling
In an echo
To mine
Which wish only
To echo her
And smile