Posts Tagged ‘Alive’

“It’s almost impossible to let someone go when you know they’re not in the past; they’re alive, you’re alive, and you’re both living in the same present- just not always in the same place.”- Original

You can’t forget that they’re there.

My white heart is gaining stains

and beginning to stink like garbage.

 

If you would have taken it,

it would have bloomed like a rose,

 

it wouldn’t become unsightly.

But, my dear, you’re not a good liar.

 

Truths bleed through the phone,

and I piece them together.

 

A half-truth is, after all,

a whole, stinking lie.

 

I’m wearing black now.

You’re wearing red

 

and consorting with a Union Jack.

You’re alive.

 

Where am I?

Not in your eyes. Not on your mind.

Two Things

Posted: December 11, 2013 in Poetry
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There are two things I must do.

One is live,

not simply breathe in the salt air of the ocean,

but wade in its watery body, feeling the tide

teethe and ripple against me;

not simply walk on glacial hills,

or in whispering emerald field of grass, or on gray sidewalks,

but stroll, and gaze,

and feel the solid ground vibrate smally with each step I take on it

and see the smallest of miracles- ants or flakes, cracks in stone

even at from the distance of my full height.

 

Secondly, I must do what all humans must.

I must die,

whether by wind ripping my soul into its vacuous center,

or by water pulling my body down to its bubbling hearth.

I must let go of that last breath,

that final whisper.

I must speak final words.