- 1 Introduction
- 2 Part One - Remembrance
- 3 Part Two - Recollections
"One in the Morning Series" relates to poems that I have written at one in the morning when my mind is off and I am a stir of emotion. These poems give you a deeper look into my heart and mind, but also do not give much of an explanation. They are all very poetic, rather than explanatory (which is something I focus on the majority of the time). I hope this is enjoyed among everyone, as it is something that I am proud of.
Part One - Remembrance
I shook last time you touched me
And the day I heard your voice last
Was the day I became a hurricane.
The hostility came with the title.
You're just a dream within a dream
A tale told by passerbys
To drivers who never said
It Won't Be
Vertigo is the rain on asphalt
The tears I drank rather than water
The lies you spat in my cup.
Vertigo is the nonsense feeling
That everything will go along fine
Smooth sailing from here on out.
I am the crayon on the sidewalk
And you are the sun.
I'm dizzy. There's a storm inside
My head more violent than the one
inside my house.
I was the closest thing to lying
When you're still barely telling the truth
Like a word hanging off the tip of your
Tongue, and every breath could make
It collapse out but instead it crept
Back in, hiding itself under my tongue.
You were the closest thing to being honest
That I had ever come across because you
Lied more than I did and this spoke
To me, despite every time you told me
It shouldn't. I understood your hanging
Words, more than I understood my own.
I feel as if I swallowed the universe.
When I open my mouth to speak
Bits of stars come out, remains of words
I once read. And outside the light
Shines down on an overcast world
And my lips show this, the line between
Me and this that I have consumed
Is growing thinner.
If all this is cosmic
Then you are just but a spec of dust
On the tongue of the greatest creature.
If that is the case, why did you hurt me
Linen was never quite as soft
As the lips that'd crash into mine
Like they were the ocean
And I was the shore.
You once had an application
Locked away on your phone
Filled with pictures of me.
Little things to make your day
Like my nose and the way it
Wrinkled up when you irritated me
But didn't anger me.
You kept them locked away so
No one would ever be able
To take me from you.
You tell me I don't know
What love is like
I tell you that you'll never
know the love I felt.
Bones are brittle.
Filled with nothing but
And the things I forget to feel.
Love & Hate
Love is liberation, full
Separation of church and state.
Hate is arrogance, where
The church believes it runs the people of said state.
So is Better
You asked me to
Write you a book
So I wrote you a series.
You asked me to
Kiss you goodnight
So I made out with you.
No one said it wasn't love
They just said it wouldn't last.
We could have proven them wrong.
Instead we proved them right.
Muscles are tense
But what they are holding
Is unclear even to them.
I miss kissing you
Every morning right after
You would have breakfast.
And your lips would taste like
Potato chips, and I'd call you gross
Right before locking lips once again.
Honey, I'm no open book.
All is not so simple.
To understand you must read between
Every line, and accept these things.
More than ever I am searching for you
Eclipsed by the moon, I am the sun.
I taste your tongue
Against my own
Feel you breathing
Into my neck.
My body's trembling,
Your chest is rising,
My lungs have collapsed, and
Through the storm you're still standing.
Part Two - Recollections
You'll still be around
Even when the Earth isn't.
Have Faith in Me
Take me to a place where you know
I'll never be far, and tell me that I taste
Like the sun, on a summer day.
Honey, you're my morphine induced dream.
I sit at the spot where we left off
I walk by the streets we used to run
And I remember, in the back of my
Melancholy brain where much has been lost
That you once seized me by my wrist
And kissed the stars into my lips
Until I was the universe, until you
Were my painted God.
I get it now
I get why you left
But I don't why I did.
This how it feels to be in love with a
Woman that will never love you back.
Pig tails, white jackets,
Rushing canoes, high falls,
Splashed skinny jeans,
Closed eyes, picture gimmicks.
That was us, that was you,
This was me, you were a bit blue,
I tasted iron, you said I was red,
Cherry lips, runny noses.
Late springtime madness.
Bright phone screens
Old note pad on your iPod.
I wrote to you
You wrote to me
We passed it back and forth.
We commented on breasts
Spoke about the day we had seen
And mostly about my pig tails.
Christmas is that promise on New Years
When you told me we had outlasted this
And we could out last any other thing.
I Have Nothing, I am Nothing
You have nothing? Well
You seem to have her curved
Around your finger as if you are the pole
And she is the dancer.
I'd rather be what you want, that way I know you have a choice
I write to you with bleeding hands,
A broken core, and soft sobs playing
Like piano keys on my tongue.
You remind me of rain falling,
Of soft grasps, and the time you told
Me I was necessary for life.
The essential components of life
Do not involve me so when I am gone
I want you to sing me praises.
But don't make me a necessity.