The way you looked at me
Those days
Years away
Stays with me
Every day
Something in the way
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Category Archives: Love on the spectrum
I’d rather pick blackberries
I'd rather pick blackberries and never taste a bite
I'd rather go plane watching and never take a flight
I'd rather climb a mountain and not see the other side
Than to ever fall in love again with an absent friend
Happy inhabitant
Incessant is the word for it.
Thoughts come in such a way
Made a home in vacant spaces in the brain
Places erased when lifelong memories stormed out the door
Happy inhabitant an apparition now skips across the floors
Prepares coffee in my kitchen
Sits beside each morn
Far from me to give a cold shoulder - she is neither warm nor cold
A presence embraced for fear emptiness consumes the light of morn
Let me be
Let me be the furry friend
That shares the end of bed
Or maybe shiny shell
Old fossil on your shelf
A favoured recipe
All smudged and stained with beer
Or how 'bout a deciduous bush
That flowers a month a year
A portrait of a woman
Whose eyes stare far beyond
A tarnished penny on the sill
You plucked from Nan's old pond
Whatever dear, I beg of you
I'd rather be a thing
Than considered a potential
Love, nigh despised by all who hear.
Placebo
How one so accustomed
To heartbreak
Could mend and bend mine
Cure-all in one
Placebo the other
Pick which hand?
A limerant and her lover
Knows deep down
The match may cause to suffer, though
Much less than the world has shown
For standing on the brink of despair
A hard fall lies beneath
It might as well be love
That sweeps you off your feet
For on this feeling you'll soar
Find new paths to explore
Confusion sets in when alone on the moors
Looking back, you always were
And so it aches
And so it aches
In the body
In the belly
In its waves
Of the brain
Rejection queued like
Physical pain
Betrayal by past lovers
All hung on this nail
Never a vow passed
Between these lips of ours
Why they curl with grief
Too close to hate
High stakes she claims
Heavy is the night
Heavy is the night
Lays shadows on my walls
Deep dark holes across the floor
Captured all that's gone before
Thoughts climb up and out
To alight upon the morn
Steady is the hand
To carve a quiver to a quill
Dip its nib into the will
Paint pictures with words
While the mind is sharp and still
For prowl the hour of the wolf
All that is gone is done
All that is left is spent
Thoughts like pennies drop
Into a stream of consciousness
Slumber returns as if she never left
Proxy
There's only a sandbar
Between shallow salty feet
The big wide deep
There's only a weekend
Between work weeks
But a sliver of time
Between ok and not quite
I send along my proxy
My happiest self
To see you
While the rest of me
Self-soothes with music
Curled in the car
By the park
Want
Oft times truly startling
Sitting in urban chic window
Scouring faces for reminiscing
Begone eras of small city life
Flash before my eyes.
Still, side by side
Caught a glimpse of spectacles nestled
Perusing the menu
Curls dapple the light
Listening to mouth and eyes, stout and wine
Slowly, savouring
Drinking them in
While presence is bestowed
Upon mine
How to be invisible
Giggle
Appear older, naive
Ask of other's realities
Deny one's own
Speak well of all authority
Dwell in the home
Wear brown, baggy clothing
No colour or lipstick
Kiss your mother goodbye
Hug anyone who asks for it
Do not resist the crowd
Silence a quiet scream
Obedience a vow
Count the stars of heaven 