The Gamble of Life

you're throwing it away
without knowing by
playing a hidden poker
game with your drinks
& lovers,
showing every card in
your hand without blinking

you've scratched out
your queen of hearts &
taken the joker
instead

precious diamonds have been
beaten by clubs
while the spades
dig your grave

Love, Love

Don't smirk and raise your
eyebrows at me.
Why? Because
it's not nice.

Should you care?
Well, you care about
me, don't you?
See, it should matter
to you.

I told you I'm not
-hey!
Go away!
Personal space,
Love.
Heard of it?

Why not?
I call a lot of
people 'Love'.

Haven't I?
Oh, I thought I
had.
Does it bug you?

Again?
Why's that
Love?

Hmmm, does it
now?
Rolls right off?
And how do you
figure that?

Ah, I see.
You're right,
-I really don't,
but you still
love me.

No, this time
it's a...thing,
not a name.

And yes,
you most certainly
do.

I just do.

Because females
know everything.

I told you!
I'm not ticklish.

Seriously

Black n Colour

can i dictate in
black & white
and have us
dancing in the rain,
middle of the
street,
still shots
flecked gray
lying on the grass,
watching the sky
spit out
stars?

can i capture you
in colour?
peel away every layer
to reach the
negatives?
splash paint to
lighten the load you've
forced on yourself,
and help you find
who you really
are?

Trying

let’s make it
happen, first steps
synchronized so we
don’t feel alone.
if it turns out to
be a mistake
we’ll know that
this time at least
it wasn’t just a ride,
we were finally
trying.

Looking For

I know what I’m looking
for, and don’t try and tell
me what I’m
‘out of my mind’
(no need to leave a
message)
or ‘crazy’
though, you’re scared
that I’m (once again)
right.

Wrong Guy

they’ve given me a
million different sayings
to display my affections:

You hold the key to my heart,

If you ask me out,
it’ll be a
yes.

I’ll give you 11 roses, 10 real,
1 fake,
I’ll love you till the
last one dies,

Before you
my life was
gray,
but you brought
sunshine

Crazy for
You

How does it feel to
know that you’re all
I need?

But,
why is it the
wrong
guy that gets the
hint?

Blue Blood

String them together
using invisible threads,
where one starts and
the other ends,
only visible by
spitting sparks.
Knotted and left to
dangle,
taunting,
in front while the
rest melts, blue pools
into your veins.

For: stupastu

Seer

One glance is all they
get, usually.
Until footsteps from the Seer
whisper invisible words.
Eyes that don't rip apart
and hands that put back
together what shallow eyes
could not see.
Searching for the one
seed that holds
life's beauty and
deiding how to
best
make it grow.

For: cjgirl864

By Her He Misses

This as well was written for me by an amazing friend, Stu. And, HE can be found HERE: stupastu

By her he kissses, and when she's gone he misses
her honey tones and accident prone ways
of letting him know he's the bomb inside of her chest,
the crest in her eyes and the aplomb of her life.
By her he sniffs the jasmine and summer rays;
her sweetness plays in his mind like a violin's
shimmer, how she chooses he, comparably a sinner,
as a friend is something he'll try to comprehend
but when said friend, the shareholder of his soul
is gone, there are only large gaping holes and
trolls with morbid thoughts trying to fill a void
that is left, but he knows, without the girl of
many facets and her thirst to absorb,
his life becomes only an existence.

Mirror, Mirror

Something a friend wrote for me. You can find her here: cjgirl864

Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who is the girl
That questions all?
She searches out the answers
That will complete the riddle
Written on her heart.
Are the eyes that beseech
The pane of mirrored glass,
The windows into a soul
That is complete?
Or one that is just beginning
The quest for fulfillment?
Will she find in her magic mirror
That we are all what we are-
Ever evolving,
Forever the same.
Mirror, mirror
On the wall,
Reveal to her truth-
Answer her call.

Unheard Secrets

I'll whisper secrets to those
who can't hear,
watch them crystalize
and drop,
soundlessly,

to the
ground

crash into a million
pieces,

and leave them,
never to be

remembered.

Memory Hate

if i could,
i'd erase every memory
you hate,
and attach them to
white winged birds

look, they're flying
away
and it's alright to
love the
future

No Show

bare feet
blue jeans
virgin
white top
and she's
dressed for
someone
who will
never
show up

Dried Souls

call my soul a
dried out pit
spit on it,
give it your judgement,
insult it in every way
you can think of,
but remember,
even the Sahara
receives rain

I've Left A...

I've Left A...

I've left a promise
over a chair,
waiting to be picked up
and used

I've left a dream
tied to a railing
fluttering in the wind
before flying
along the streets

I've left a hope
in the closet,
in a hanger, neatly,
something to be
taken out

I've left a passion
on the floor,
waiting to be
put away and
forgotten
about

Loads Halved

its not rubbed raw hands,
and it's not long, tiring hours,

it's more like to
watching life fade away as i'm
speeding faster
and faster
to carry the load that you can't
carry
yourself

Night Sky Sleep

grasp at heavy
lidded moon beams
rising in the sleep
slogged sky
and a new
dream sparkles
its gleam
before whispering
away

Final Summer Days

i can feel
it slipping

moment by
moment

as the leaves
turn orange

and slide on
air currents
spiralling towards
fall

and
dying into
winter

hold my breathe
as
seconds crunch
under my feet

dead and
dying,

crumbling in my
fingers

let them drift
away and hope
that even though
they're gone,

maybe,
maybe,
the scent
will

remain

Untitled #5

im watching the last
petal

fall

from my fingertips
amazed at how
slowly it seemingly
goes,
while everyday life
is passing me

by.

Marble Countertops

Because we’ve nothing
To do but say electric
Words, living off instead of
Sleeping off, our drunkenness.

Drunkenness of life and too many
Bottles of disappointment, an
Addiction we scream to escape
Yet bottles are placed in never
Ending lines, fresh from the
Fridge and each sweating
In the summer heat.
Each imported and special
Order: break-ups, divorce, heartaches,
Money problems, they’ve got it all and
Don’t mind serving it
Out underage, the law won’t
Catch them.

We’re staggering and still
They’re sliding them along to us on
Marble countertops
All the while we’re screaming, begging,
Pleading for them to hold
Back so we can wake up and live off
Our hangovers, start living, again, face life
And move on
But, for the moment, we’ll
Mumble incoherent words that those
Who’ve never drunk like us wouldn’t know
Type them out nice and neat
To hide the ugly meanings behind,
To those who have drunk with us
Our activities momentarily
Distract us from the waiter sliding
Closer with a sweating bottle on a
Platter

We’re stumbling as more
Drinks enter our system and we
Seem to crash into more bottles
Each bigger than the last
We choked back

Lay our heads down, as the
Hopeless sun blinds us over the horizon
And we fall asleep on the clean and
Gleaming

Marble countertops