A dragon, mouth open wide
Golden flames caressing
the stale air around his head.
HIs mouth opens wider,
with my fire extinguisher
I climb in.
I find my dreams
caught in his teeth
chewed and chomped and choked on
Like the words
in my throat and
the glittering night sky.
What to do
When the boy you love
Doesn’t like you.
The last of your gallant rays
Sparkle down
And you disappear like the moon
On a cloudy night.
Why did you leave me
And will you come back?
Thoughts in the dark.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
That I could not have convinced you of this,
But these dark times are just like those dark times.
Yes, my sad acquaintance, each dark time is
Indistinguishable from the other dark times.
Yesterday is as relentless as tomorrow.
There is no relief to be found in this,
But, please, “Yours is not the worst of sorrows.”
Chekov wrote that. He meant it as comfort
And I mean it as comfort, too, but why
Should you belive us? You didn’t believe us.
You killed yourself because your last dark time
Was the worst, I guess, of many dark times.
None of my verse could have saved your life.
You were a stranger. You were dark and brief.
And I am humbled by the size of your grief.
-Sherman Alexie
I want to breathe with you.
Together, you and I.
Our chests,
rising
and falling.
Becoming one.
You and I.
Breathing.
Slowing down the world.
Together.
Alone
it stands.
Heavy with regret.
The things it could have done
but didn’t.
Its leaves
wilting
falling
one
by
one.
Each leaf a memory
leaving
at last.
Sagacious and ancient
Omniscient
the tree.
Saddened by abandonment.
and the oncoming end.
The last memory
falls. Nothing left.
With a whispering wind,
the tree
sighs.
Groaning with the weight of a heavy life
it falls
slowly, finally…
the tree is gone.
The words so beautiful
Echo through your ears.
And you want them,
You want all of them.
So you take the words,
And you give them to your heart.
And you save them there until they no longer exist.
Until the lies that created them have gone.
Until the love that accepted them has left.
And then the words have no meaning.
Then, the words are nothing more then a blur of meaningless letters.
And you sigh, and you give up.
And try your hardest to forget.
The quiet pain,
A bitter remembering.
The memories come like a flood
Drowning the only happiness that remains.
She gasps for air as her life fades
But the pain keeps falling
Wet from the sky.
Struggling to break the surface
She is caught by the waves
Again and again
Until she gives in to the cascade
And sinks Deeper.
But then a light
A light shines in the distance
And she rises
Grasping the hope of the light.
The water drains
She is alive again.
She is okay until the next
Hurricane of tears
That breaks her apart
Again.
Invisible.
Undeniably unrealistic.
A ghost to the touch.
The last thought, a remnant…
Forgotten.
Please, feel free.
Remember me?
I still dream of you
But everyone knows
Everyone knows
If you can, let it go.
