We-Poets

The bile thick and sickly sweet Permeates my lips every time our eyes meet. There are lines, lies laced with hope threatening to escape with questionable intent. If I told you I love you, I'd need to repent.

If your voice ever cracked, from speaking your love for another that was the shell of flawlessness being broken by bravery and truth, that was the beauty of imperfection, because there's nothing flawless or perfect about love. Your love was yours, that you gave to me, through teary eyes, and I won't forget. You're not mine and I'm not yours, but we have a spot we meet at where we talk, listen and talk some more And even though we're different, I've never felt like our worlds were crashing or even colliding into another, it just felt like us finding solace we may not have even known we were looking for. And you've been really warm. Nothing is final, and I'm done trying to make things stay the same. if I keep trying to capture the sunset I'll miss the night sky. If our love doesn't last forever, we still have those nights where we were the stars in the sky. I know love is never enough, because enough is never enough, but right now all I want is to remember that teary-eyed

Upon a green monadnock ‘Neath schizophrenic weather Is in my mind aye-padlocked Midst queries of time’s ledger Soggy fries made memories Quiche of a chilly nature Tortellini treasuries? Nah, cake was best I’d wager Raindrops like small sunrises Weaving down beaten walkways Fences, sunburn, surprises Goose bumps find their feet ablaze Pages of a chapter-book Ink made from broken hemlock Spilled in joy that overtook Upon a green monadnock

I used to love your hot breath on the back of my neck. So thick I could write "I love you" in it. Now my dewdrop skin feels like a nuisance, and your body language reeks of indifference. How easily passion is replaced by lust. How convenient is the simple betrayal of one's trust? Relationship-based disintegration in exchange for instant gratification. Again, and again, and again. Until you have nothing left to bargain.

You are the one that I love You are the one that I adore No one comes close to you No one can love the way you do No one forgives the way you do No one hugs the way you do You bring peace You bring comfort You bring healing to my soul You give me life Something I can live for You've changed my life forever And there's none like you You're one of a kind My best friend My savior And my creator

I run. I was born in the dawn, Pale child of the sun, Like my father before me Holding ash in my lungs, Like my mother, my sister, And their pyroclast veins, Until I tasted the ocean And the salt sang my name. So I ran. I ran to the north, To the emerald fields, To the bogs and the heather Of a land wounded deep, Where the streams are elegies, Where the mountains lament Their sons and their daughters Lives heedlessly spent. I heard songs on the marshes, So sweet that I drowned Under rains that fell endless And soaked through the ground. But the words were not mine, And I could not speak Their odes to the heartless Their requiem of peat. So I ran. To the north, to the north, To the cold, to the dark, Where longitude ends, Where maps have no mark. A roar in the oceans, A whisper in the woods. There is something here Just barely understood. In the clawing peaks, Across ravenous ice, In the furious rivers, In the cinderglow night, There is something waiting At the edges of sight And