bubbleboy

Listless
September 21st 2011

A feather falling
Has little care where it lands
Or what course it travels
The abandoned thing's so listless
Going this way and that
With no clear purpose
No compass to guide
Just going through the motions
Swaying the same invisible line

Why
September 27th 2011

"Why?" she asked
"Why what?" I questioned, clearly confused

"Why all this?
You, me
The grass, the sky
Sun and stars
Why this breeze
Caressing bare skin?
Why capitalism, politics,
Presidents and propaganda?
Why survival of the fittest,
With fish eating fish
Eating other fish?
Why must Autumn
Always wait in Summer's wake?
Why must planets spin 'round their own axes
Trapped in gravity's revolving door,
And electrons in turn
Tug on invisible strings?
Look at that crow resting lazily atop the power line.
Why is he there?
Is it simply because he wants to be?
Is there no other reason?
Does love merely exist
Because it is in our nature to love
And nothing more?”

Finally she remarked,
"It's all so weird isn't it...this life, this existence we cherish so much?"

"Why, I think you're right." I replied

Benevolent Frankenstein
October 16th 2011

It's funny
How my eyes take notice
Of all these different things
And yet I perceive only you
Because in truth
You are more than you
You are all these feelings I feel
Manifesting themselves
Within the array of once desolate matter
Scattered about my vision
For yours my benevolent Frankenstein
Were the hands that gave life to the inanimate
How you tended the soil!
Planted the seed!
Nurtured that
Which could not nurture itself!
And now I've the ecstasy
Of watching all these once desolate feelings
Blossom before my very eyes
Their florets, the fruit
Of the love you've given me
And also a reminder
Of the love I've still to give you

October 25th 2011

Heaven was your hand
Held in mine
Our fingers intertwined
But of late
That longing's lost
Though how I so ironically
Yearn for that lover's yearning
Which we so carelessly misplaced
No doubt the naive's mistake
And so my heavy heart
Too soon mature
Now mourns for the passion
Once painting my existence
I probe your hazel irises
Searching for a bud born from its ashes
But all I seem to see
Are heaven's hollow memories
And I wonder if you see the same

Indifference
October 26th 2011

Indifference is the dreamer
Dressed in a blank expression
His hazel crosshairs set on the white walls
Enveloping his stoic figure
Hunched over, with chin attached to palm
A contemplative pose at first glance
But he's gazing not beyond these white walls
Simply staring at them
Seeing nothing else
No dreams, nor possibilities
No questions to ponder
Just paint and plywood

Erosion
October 27th 2011

I watched the water wear the stone
Upon which we carved our names
Watched each engraved letter
Slowly wither with the rain
And I too have watched what's become
Of the love underlying that oath
It in time pulled off its mask
Unveiling only our imposter's lust
And so I see now but a stone
Merely a large collection of dust
Just waiting to be washed away
Letting the waves do what they must

The Bull
October 30th 2011

The bull wants red
He's dead
Ensnared by the pinnacle
Of unforgiving steel
Deceived by his own passion
Only saw red
Never took notice
Of the matador's green eye
Glinting sly
Hungry for the kill

Summer in the Winter
October 30th 2011

Summer in the winter
Ultraviolet penetrating snow
Seeping into a boreal climate
Dripping warmth
Accumulating by the inch
A slow transition
A warm one too

Daydreamer
October 30th 2011

I'd like to hide in my hole
Reading my books, writing my poems
Laying in my own little introspective meadow
An oasis in the midst of my mind's thicket
Where I can be alone, surrounded by thoughts
Imaginings that I can pick like dandelions
And exhale, watching them poof
Dissipate into smaller thoughts
Before my very eyes
These seedlings will land safely in the soil
Making their camps, pitching their tents
Spreading their roots
Building the foundation for my future daydream
So that when I finally leave this peaceful place
Returning to the disarray of day to day life
My next meadow will be waiting

Certainty
November 8th 2011

I long for stable ground
A safe place to plant my feet
My own slab of stone
That never shakes, never wobbles
Set it atop the highest peak
And this earth shall never teeter
Its balance my serenity
My golden means of finding clarity
How I long for this sanctuary
Desperately craving its equilibrium
Its center of gravity
For I can't seem to find my own
Amidst a world that's always turning

The Shapeshifter
November 8th 2011

The shapeshifter
Always shifting faces
Hiding behind bodies
Not her own
A stealthy creature
Her true shape
A shadow in the dark
Though this be
More for her own safety
Than any petty trickery
So forgive her wrongdoings
She meant you no harm
This is just her nature
She knows nothing else

Silence
November 10th 2011

The right words
Fumble from clumsy lips
Slip through slow fingers
Falling far from reach
Your tragic figure
Watches their disintegration
Syllable by syllable
Such silent agony it is
Saying nothing
When you so desire
Confessing everything

November 14th 2011

He thought himself
Merely a large collection of nothing
Blank stares and hollow thoughts
His heart beating in sync with the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Never quickening its pace, no exceptions
Numb to all the noise
He carries empty pockets
His hands grasping at their bare denim unaffected
He'd once hoped for more
For magic even
To reach in and find her shiny pebble
But that rock was skipped long ago
Its memory too
He walks now with his head down
Nothing to see really
All the colors blend to brown
So why does it matter
Which garments the sky chooses to dress itself in
Or what new faces decorate the day
They all look the same
It all feels the same
Day after day
Merely a large collection of nothing
And he, just another piece in the set

November 21st 2011

A single bird walks the sky
With the weight of the world beneath her
She is free
Her heart flutters from the sensation
Propels her to the stars
They rest so peacefully
Yet the day is too magnificent
To even allow but one closed eye
So she serenades them
Her song weaving its way into their ears
Orbiting their dreams
It defies gravity, awakens their souls
Lifts them further into the heavens
It's as if they were birds themselves
Migrating to a warmer climate
They'd sat solemn for millennia
Unmoved by all
Til this single feathered creature came along
Singing of hope and love
Words they'd forgotten an eternity ago
Yet how an eternity can be erased
With a single song sung by a single bird
Moved by the meaning of her own words

January 10th 2012

I live some moments over and over
And others
I don't even live the first time
Too busy reliving other moments

January 19th 2012

He owns a sullen pair of eyes
Both bearing the darkest shade of brown
Burnt almost to a black
And these pits
They have no life in them
Not in the least
Absorbing all color instead
Expelling what's left
Merely an introspective glance
And this sad thing
It shifts in your direction
Looks you in the eye
Makes you wonder what he's thinking

April 3rd 2012

I wish merely to express myself
For all to look at my words
And through them, know who I am
But how difficult it's become
It seems I've forgotten my own identity
My hand, wrist, and arm are stone
And my pen won't budge

June 3rd 2012

My mind, an ocean
Riddled with waves of thought
They rise and fall
Are gone often as soon as they appear
The high tide erasing the drawings in the sand
The low revealing what lay beneath
Seashells bearing faint shades of every color
Seaweed decorating the shoreline
These are but petty things though
Those who delve further soon discover
That strange things dwell below the surface