What am I?

What am I?

Am I but only a reflection

of you?  The only outline

of me is your rejection.

Everything that I am disappeared

when you came into my life.

Like a pleasant disruption you dared

to change all that like.

Why then do you go away?

Is this a game and do you enjoy

what confusion you give to me every day?

I just want to bring both of us joy.

My appearance is faded

because you took the light of life from

me.  I remain dumbstruck and jaded,

just an empty shell, feeling so dumb.

Ants

I go to get some

Cheerios, the ants

have already

made reservations.

They have found

the only treasure

in this house.

The O’s look like hugs.

The rest of the

pantry is empty

with only a few

cobwebs to decorate.

The house, pantry,

my heart, and the ants’ stomachs

all share one trait,

near emptiness.

Your Eyes

They draw me in,

I, reluctant to the

Constant current,

Always pulling.

I cannot stay

for long and

wear out my

welcome.

Crystals do not

interest me the same.

They play on

Others’ emotions.

Cerulean,

Indigo,

Cyan,

Away I go.

My Broken Bones

My broken bones are not

so conventional in representation.

You probably lack knowledge of the treatment

or, maybe you are “perfect” in that way as well, I without amazement.

They poke my insides

trying to get out to see you.

Like my words that are scared

and retreat from your glare.

They used to be straight and orderly

until your touch instantly shattered them.

The pain was supposed to be there, yet

the break, was an eerie relief from fret.

Only set them right again

if you are willing to stay here.

If you leave, the fractures will be

the sole reminders of you for me.

My Pencil.

Take my pencil, but not away from

the sheath of my hand.  Instead summon

its attention and guide both with your

hand toward the correct path.

It is bleeding black and running franticly

across the page wondering where pretty

pen went.  Because his life simply can’t go

on without his love.

You are my pencil because you always

seem to be able to erase my mistakes of the days.

However, I leak ink at night due to my

replacement by another.

Be my artist, take my hand in doing so.

I feel that when I am around you I can let my ink flow,

together, we can complete whatever task that we

set out to do.  And make a Masterpiece out of life.

Your Hands

Tough as leather, yet

soft against mine.

Intriguingly delicate,

as ours intertwine.

Shadows carefully fill

the tiny crevices.

I know you will

let me trace the edges.

The dirt of the day

shows determination.

Swirls play in a way

on top of the outer stratum.

My frigidity is what

their warmness calms.

You can put words together, but

I just want the embracing of our palms.

Dance.

Dance with me, because you can

and because I can.  Forget the world,

for you can always return.  The land

and I are your oyster, considering that you are my pearl.

Take my hand in yours as if you mean it.

Do not be afraid to squeeze what you

would think is too hard.  Your grip is the only fit

that keeps my fingers wanting to continue true.

Pull me close, as near as possible

so that I might forget my necessary departure.

Hold me as if I were your anchor responsible

for allowing you to stay near shore.

You have to go back to her, I know that, I do.

Have mercy, in giving me just a short

amount of your time.  Give me a cue

when it is time to bring me back to my realistic court.

Melodic

Your voice is melodic,

the words, they frolic.

Chasing the mundane reality

away from me, if only rarely it be.

Low and soothing to my ears,

sort of like a bee, except there’s no fear.

With a touch of Southern drawl, but not

so thick and sugary sweet to be lacking thought.

Speak to me, forever, even if it is about what

seems to be nothing important.  Your mind is never in a rut

because your ideas constantly swim down to

your mouth from the river of intelligence, in your brain it runs through.

Like honey, it coats everything with a cloying drip,

distracting me from the real point, giving my heart a skip.

Pour it on me so that it will seep into my head right

into my eyes, so that it will cause me to see everything in your amber light.