Lose

I thought I was supposed to be good or at least, okay at them but why must I always lose with words to learn something new?

Days

Its necessary to have friends that go, ''These are the days'' instead of those that always crib, ''Those were the days.''

End of the world

The world will end like a boring conversation.

Unannounced.

Undisturbed.

Flat on its face.

Melt

If today touched me with its paper hands

Wings of light, white walls

And shadow clocks

If it greets me like a familiar song

I used to hum

Lost pages of a notebook

Or words in a foreign language

I will come undone like a ball of wool

My grandmother used to fashion

Into sweaters.

And ache, like aged, cracking spines of books

Covered with dust and webs of memory

Creak in solemnity, like chairs of my family

Shy away like sparrows in their nests.

And wonder if today shades

Me like a bending tree

A vine to a wall

If it encloses its arms around me

Like a pomegranate shell.

Out on the streets, where

Every wound is open and

Every tale is old.

Where I trudge, with my

Bed of flames, my sea of lies

And stab the dark with my words

That do not touch you.

Frail words, bound by a shallow surface

As useless as a scar with no stories to tell.

So tell me you need my touch

As your candle burns slow

And your flame stands still

My embrace of bones draped in skin.

Mirror

Sometimes you're just another mirror for what I can't have.

Nowhere words

Maybe I write words without a home, with roads that go nowhere. My words are as faceless as me.

Winters gone

25 winters have passed since i was born and the 2 and a half i spent with her were the happiest i ever had.

Rewind, repeat

I huddle towards my bed at night like a thief, taking solace in the shadows, careful to never make a sound. Its 4am. The birds have started chirping restlessly, soon the day will be born again. Soon my tired eyes will wake to find everything looks old. Soon everything will be the same as yesterday.

Friends

Friends are sunshine,
Upon these cold, haggard bones
When love leaves like summer
Through the backdoor.

Numb

Its alright. Its ok. You'll be alright. Pretty soon, you won't feel anything.