Sliding Doors

Sliding Doors

The evening is coming to a close

and we've done this dance before

of awkward glances

and chance romances

that disappear through sliding doors

but on this night lit by golden strands

you stand up and hold his hand

You cowardly ask

and he cowardly says yes

to keep the universe in tact

I watched Sliding Doors the other day cause it was on tv. I can't say that I was a fan of the movie, but it got me thinking about alternative realities... which got me thinking about the season finale of Fringe. I don't know where I'm going with this. I actually wrote the last 3 lines first this time and I started writing about something else but I got scared because I thought it might be too personal so I changed it up. You can call me the "coward" and you'd be correct on several levels. Peace out.

Strands of Gold

Strands of Gold

Shoot the moon with strands of gold

at random intervals on your way home

Light the sky with golden threads

and mumble words inside your head

and laugh

and think yourself clever

and promise yourself never again

This is the end

the end of the line

You're left with an empty spindle

The sun rises and the brightness of the golden threads dwindle

and you resolve to mingle

hoping to get lost in the crowd

I had the first two lines of this piece in my head all day and I didn't know where it would go when I started writing but I know that I had to at least get those two lines out and then see if I could write anything else to go with it... nothing as brilliant as the first two lines but oh well. Peace out.

Black and White

Black and White

I long for the times of black and white

and sepia tones

when I was in the woods

living alone

with thoughts and a fiddle

and no lawn to care for

or emails to answer

There's no need for dress shoes

or unpractical ties

just crickets and flies

and kites that connect the ground to the sky

lifting up our dreams on its tight string

kept up in the air by the changing winds

I dunno what that was about but I wanted to write something because I didn't really like the piece I wrote yesterday... I guess this is my chaser poem to wipe the taste of yesterday's piece out of my mouth. Peace out.

Chair

Chair

Sitting in my late grandfather's chair
uncomfortable
with its awkward angles and worn out pads
I squirm to find rest from the game of life
a game with no rules
It is reinvented daily
names change
and I remain the same

That piece was inspired by the first chapter or two of Mythago Wood by Robert Holdstock. I have no idea what the book is about. I only signed it out because I liked the cover. Basketball is on. Peace out.

In Blue

In Blue

Lost in blue

between sky and sea

soaring one minute and drowning the next

disorientated

and straining for breath

longing for air but choking on water

as your lungs fill up

and your vision fades to black

lost in blue

and you can't find your way back

No comment today. Peace out.

The Incident

The Incident

If I could rearrange time

I'd have it so that we started apart

and end up together

like two parallel lines

stretching out into the horizon

approaching a single point

It wouldn't matter where we started

if I could rearrange time

neither of us would be broken hearted

and we could all forget about the incident

Boo... I think there's almost 8 months to wait for the next new episode of Lost. Woe is me. Peace out.

Rose

Rose

I feel the heat coming from the vents

the fans blow to cool off the CPU

I sit and attempt to write a piece about you

the girl dressed in white who stands there alone

responsible for choosing the ones who go home

and nervously, I approach you in my uncomfy tie

the first thing you notice is that I'm terribly shy

I force a smile and run off to dream up some prose

and hope in the end that you give me a rose

Hahaha, that was totally not the piece that I intended to write when I sat down.  I wanted to write about someone else, but instead I started writing about the bachelorette.  Haha.  Oh well.  I usually don't watch that stuff but I found myself watching some of it tonight between the whistles of the hockey game.  I would die if I was ever on a show like that.  I wouldn't stand a chance with all those other guys.  It's a good thing I would never put myself in that situation.  Peace out.

Envy

Envy

Sway

sway to mimic the grass blown about by the wind

that gusts and picks up dusts

Run 

run to the internal rhythm of your mind

telling yourself that you can keep going

Try

try to remember the boy you once were

before the break up of last September

Be better

just be better

How you do it may forever be a mystery

but the reason?

maybe it was envy

Nonsense again.  Some poor guy searched "peace out poems" and got my blog.  Poor fellow.  That's all for today.  Peace out.

Paper Wings

Paper Wings

Remember me with post-it notes

written on rainbow coloured paper

and hum the melody of our song

so that it lingers in your head when you sleep

and think deep thoughts and dream weird dreams

of bleeding moons and paper wings

and other strange and wondrous things

Jot down your memories

and hold them tight

hopefully they will be enough to get you through the night

No comment about today's piece... nonsense as usual.  Peace out.

Wax

Wax

I dreamt of you again

that's two nights in a row

although you did not make an appearance

you were the center

You were in the center of it all

every conversation was about you

and how I wouldn't be able to survive without you

You dwelt in the shadows

around every corner

and the night seemed to long for the dawn

of a new day

where once again

I can try to fly to the sun

on wings made of wax

I have to admit that today's piece took way too long.  I started and restarted and restarted.  It's the first of many (I hope) that I'll write on my new netbook.  I've been wanting to write for a while now but the brilliant ideas that come to me when I'm half asleep are fleeting when I find myself seated in front of a keyboard.  Such is the brain I guess.  I find it rarer and rarer these days that my body/mind actually wants to cooperate with what I want to do.  I'm not even that old, but I'm starting to feel it.  Or maybe I just think I'm starting to feel it.  I dunno.  Peace out.

First

First

I saw you first
and the best and the worst
days of my life were sure to follow
as your head pops over the hill in the meadow

You saw me back
and I find the courage to crack
a smile that says so much more
than teeth, gums and lips can ever hope for

We spent the day under the sun
running back and forth from york to jersey
I bought you a ring and you said yes
and went with your sister and friends to find a dress

There you were dressed in white
and I see his head pop over the hill and I bite
down on my tongue and cross my fingers as my heart begins to burst
You see him and you loved him first

I haven't written in a while. There have been many Smallville episodes that have come and gone and nothing made me feel like writing. This one is for HIMYM. Next week is the season finale. Bring back Victoria!!!! Peace out.