old poem from tumblr, which I am leaving...

Nothing has been broken. Not the sanctity of strangers. Not the features of the gods we claim look a lot like us. Not even the sky’s resolve. That is not to say there have been no violations. There are always trespasses. But If there is to be any reckoning, it will be for the way we withheld information from each other. And for thinking that being vulnerable was a sign of being broken.

Verse: Saturday's poem, copied over from Tumblr.

there is
no one in here
now
i did not
designate anyone
as a prisoner
every one
is free
to come
and go
as they please
but i
stand outside
your circles
and i say
nothing
as you
walk away

Verse: Friday's poem, brought over here from Tumblr

tonight
the lights
did not notice us
approach them
as we traveled
across the harbor
we were only
temporary pilgrims
with nothing
to offer them
beyond a glance
a smile
we were gone
in the span
of a kiss
but they
looked on
into the night
searching
for stars
to call
their own…

Thursday's Verse: Originally posted on Tumblr

i am not a silence
or something sharp
penetrating the air
like the scent
of memories
i am a coroner
exploring the death
of a moment
before it has
even passed
and i am telling you
it was as bittersweet
before you
as it is sure to be
untenable without

Verse: for Miracles4Ring14

what will
you do
with your joy?

will you
send it
outside

with your dogs
echoing through
the canyons at night

will you
swallow it
in that moment

when there
is no breath
at all

will you
leave it
hidden

for others
to discover
by chance

will you
give it
away

to anyone
in grief
instead

will you
invest it
in hope

of one
small impossible
miracle

will you
let it stay up
all night

listening to
the moon tell tales
of imminent winter

what will
you do
with this

your inexhaustible
indomitable
elusive joy

that is
your life
your light

Verse: Please do not go

please

do not go

gradually

the way that

winter

tends to recede

please

do not go

and leave

this world

without you

please

do not go

with only

the rain

in your wake

please

do not go

in the middle

of a sentence

or when

you have nothing

left to say

it is better

to have

your silence

than to be

without

Please

do not go

with kisses

as yet

unknown

or anything

that your hands

have not touched

please

do not go

so sudden

that there is

no room

for return

or goodbye

please

do not go

until

i am gone.

Verse: greetings

you
who called me
by my name

who did not
once think
to afford me

the sweet
discretion
of anonymity

i ask only
that you
tell me this

is there
nothing
i can do

to forget
that which
i was

now that
you know who
i am

Verse: Maps

perhaps you are
in your own way
eternal
but not me
you can see
the cracks
these tyrannical little scars
that overwhelm me
as they spread out
unevenly
in search
of each other’s
tender embrace
each crease
a path
forming a map of
my life
where my nervous fingers
my tense toes
are borders
i never venture
beyond
even as
the edges fray
and more lines
form
look at my palm
this is where
i was born
and there
is where my travels
end
and the in between
borders on you
whether you are
eternal or not
i know
no other way
to go
nor where
i will be
i only have
my map
and it
is incomplete

Verse: I am telling your story

i am telling
your story
without rain
without a hint
of summer
or any mention
of your name
i am telling
your story
reluctantly
but only
because
i don’t want
to leave you
vulnerable
to those who
would make
assumptions
about you
because
they don’t know
i am telling
your story
and starting
with the crush
of leaves
carpeting sidewalks
because
it is as good
as any place
to begin
i will
fill more details in
and presently
but if you
sense a hestiancy
it’s only because
i was
i am telling
your story
from the inside
one table
in the corner
where i saw you
waiting
for me
with a smile
of familiarity
how long
had it been
years dominoed
in the memory
and we
built new paths
much like
the brain does
after a stroke
but not a healing
something else
i am telling
your story
and i bring
in the snow
and Valentine’s
and one chocolate heart
i could not unwrap
because
your heart
was not mine
not yet
that day
was so cold
i looked
into the deep blue
curlicues unfurling
on your shirt
and froze
i am telling
your story
with uncertainty
only gradually
giving way
to what
we knew
but would not say
for fear
it would not
be reciprocated
i am telling
your story
and this is
where i put in
the confession
the long walk
the brush of hands
that kiss
when the sun
emerged
like a blessing
but more like
the sun
i am telling
your story
often
i know
and adding
little details
about your eyes
the way
you bend your leg
when you make
breakfast
how your hair
rests softly
on your shoulders
and tumbles when
you turn to look
at me
and that smile
that restores
mine
i am telling
your story
because
i know no other
that fascinates me
quite like yours
and yet
when i
am telling
your story
somehow
it becomes mine
forgive me
one day
i will get
this right.

Friday's Poem from Tumblr

the world
does not need
any thing
i have
to offer
the wind
absconds
with my words
the sea
distorts
my reflection
the sky
is an anvil
i break
my fists
upon
and one day
the warm wet lips
of the earth
will swallow
whatever remains
of me
just as eagerly
as i
eat a peach
in august
forgetting i was
ever here
so if
you approach me
do not offer
your name
or ask mine
and we
will never
be burdened
by each other’s
identity
that is
a lot to ask
of anyone
as fleeting
as a dream
as we
instead
i will look
for you
when i
close my eyes.

Verse: Tuesday's poem, today!

(again, tossed onto Tumblr...)

these myths
that portray us
do not tell
the whole story
nor do
the shadows
that mimic
our every move
but if i dream you
or dream of you
it is our story
your heart
that i attend to
and the morning
that i sing
the end of this world
is the day
i wake
without you.

Verse: Wednesday's poem today

(this was written for @onegirlrambles. I posted it on Tumblr, where I seem to be putting these first. And then I get lazy & forget to move them here. I tried to keep to three syllables for each line. I failed...)

those red leaves
ripe with flame
bow their heads
when it rains
as they cool
the waning day
breathes a sigh
and falls away

Verse: your want is whatever

your want is whatever

i am meant to be

whether you know

what you want

of me

or not

i want only

for you to know

you are ever becoming

what i love

even without knowing

what i love

which changes

as you change me

everyday and

unwittingly

your love

becomes me

Verse: untitled

if you
do not see me

when nothing
approaches

with an all
consuming silence

that takes
my voice

instills me
with great doubt

and removes
all traces of me

i want you
to know this

i cannot recall
a day

that i did
not love you

even when
the silence

was just
between us

even when i was
so distracted

by the everyday
that i neglected
to tell you.

Verse: untitled

if you
would understand
the sea

you must
first look
at the stars

to see
how they
float by

if you
would understand
the night

you must
first look
at the sun

to see
how it
illuminates everything

if you
would understand
anything

you must
first look
at a dream

to see
how it
eludes you

if you
would understand
love

you must
first look
at longing

to see
how it
becomes you

when you
are not
here.

Verse: A winter poem for @gilesmarie

first is the frost
a shroud
of stars
that falls upon
fallow earth
without so much
as any wish
to hold on to
and then
the bare trees
slip into
their coats
thick and white
like whipped cream
its wonderful
when it
is new
when the clouds
are mackereled
and the air
is crisp
and brisk
and we catch
sight of our breath
before it scatters
like chickadees
and yet
nothing compares
to watching
the streets
crawl under
fresh linens
woven by fireflies
darting about
in the amber glow
of festive streetlights

Thursday's Verse: Poem for someone who needs one. Originally posted on Tumblr

the love
that you wish for
the love
that is
as fierce
and indomitable
as you
and yours
is waiting
for you
where you
cannot see
and you
will know
you have found it
or it has found you
only when
it has completely
overtaken you
and it will
soon.

Verse: untitled

when you come
for me
and you will
eventually
cloaked
as you are
in anonymity
i will be
ready
because i
have already
surrendered.

Verse: untitled

take back
the night
it is interminable
take back
the bruise
that is your kiss
take back
the goodbye
in your hello
and this silence
that i
reside in
take back
the day
we met
and give it
a name
to make it new
and take away
your veil
of sleep
and see
me trembling
with love
for you.

Verse: The Butterflies

come

and i

will wrap

my wings

around you

here

in a dream

of life

that abounds

with you

quick

before

the day

absconds with you

and the wind

reveals all

of my secrets

that even

my memories

do not know

that i was once

a child of fear

but that was

so long ago

come

into my wings

i am calling you

from the embrace

of an evening

i am falling through

where is the grace

if not

in your eyes

come

into my wings

tonight, we rise.