December’s Eyes

Shattered glass reflecting pain

Refracting love

A ring of polished stone

Infinite wells of stardust

Webs of beautiful lies

Catch me as I fall

A forest to be lost in

Embers of imagination

The labyrinth of the soul

Bury my sins

Give me a graveyard to die in

Hope, fear, wonder, screaming—

Questions, doubts, fears

Flicker, flicker, flicker

Something restrained

Something dark

Ink stained memories

Blood stained regrets

Undefined. Unnamed. Disowned.

Divide my existence into equal pieces

And let me go

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A Requiem for a Life not Wasted

I love those instances of  happenstance-
the snowstorm,
the power outage,
the last chance to dance.

The scent of wet pavement.

Eyes that spy beyond my face.

I love these moments more than most-
an old friend or flame like a ghost.

The honesty a child speaks.

Kindred souls and the secrets they keep.
The full moon shredded by stoic pines.
Lips that pout with distaste.

A tear surrendered to gravity,

a glimmer of humanity.

The odiferous cast.

Itchy scabs that won't last.

Paper and pencil. 

Books and pens.

Stories with tragic ends.

Pale skin on a slender frame.

Walking slowly in the driving rain.

Teetering on deception-
deeper, darker, haunting reflections.

The odd. The awkward. The outcast.

The mutt. The runt. The half-blood.

The heartache of true love.

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