February Poetry Diary Entries

I am walking a chess board sidewalk

Pawn to e4, I am the King's 

A dance of checkered squares

Black and White and then back again

I am alone but I am not lonely

Sitting alone at a distant table

I watch them fondly

Because I know that I hold their strings

I am a silver tongued siren

Everything I say comes out right

But once the light falls on my lips

It's as black as coal

The sheets are soot and ashes

The fire wreathes around me

I am no phoenix

So I crumple to the earth like paper

The under earth is troubled

I sense its distress like a needle

The waters will soon rise and fall

And the above will be swamped with the grit of rock

Take a seed and plant it

In the ocean floor bed

Watch it blossom into a empress

And devour the sea in a gulp

My wavelength is a dominant one

I do not have to worry or fret

But whenever hers rings just a decibel higher

I grit my teeth and endure it

I sit at my florescent desk

And the growing rectangles are black and white

Silence answers my pleas and questions

And all I do is cry in the black reflection

I see contradictions in my every action

I am a falsehood personified

The truth spills from my mouth and I say it

But I tell them falsely

I hear them talking and I wonder

Of the bubbles in the glass

If I bang my fist

Will they burst and wipe away my existence?

They are somewhere and I am here

I am doing nothing but what I am doing

If I am not there then what am I doing

Just waiting for a knife and a wire

Let it be known that I am a coward

A person who hides behind the facade of smiles

Her eyes gleaming and dancing

In a sheer sheen of unshed tears

What right can I use to call mine

What truly belongs to me and what doesn't

What is mine and what is hers

Is he mine or is he hers?

I am a naive child dancing among the scientists

Playing with molecular structures and I intertwine

My finger among the ionic bonds

And I do not understand what I am playing with

Blood on a red suit is barely noticeable

And no one can tell until they are up close

How can I tell where and how heavily he is bleeding

If I am never close enough to see?

What is a beginning without an end

What is an end without a beginning?

Our lives move on like a serpent's body

Undulating onwards until it disappears

The young grow old like the old grow young

We fill in the steps left for us like Giants

But are we really trying to leave a legacy

If there is nothing to leave behind?

As the end draws near I feel the branches sag

Singing their eternal song of growth

I listen to the music in the wooden vessel

And I wonder where the time has gone

Is the epilogue really the end to the writ?

How do I know when to stop?

I suppose I'll just keep flipping the pages

Until I cut my finger and the wound bleeds.

The rain is drawing her nails down the glass again

Leaving gouge marks of water

I hear her footsteps on my roof

And I thank her for her hospitality.