A Darker Door

(All unrevised poetry)


A Darker Door

remember little bird these words
for the dark does not always equate to evil and
good does not always equate to light.
But in the matter of these hearts of ours
which is the darker door?

Perception

You do not see what I see.
And in some cases and crippling
corners in time I am
glad.

Sweet darling you can't see me,
and it hurts me even though
I know,
I have not the right to give you my eyes,
and break your spirit.

You do not see what I see.
And that is why you'll never understand,
that my broken heart
is not worth your broken soul.

Age

"You won't understand,"
she says.
You are too young.

Yes, perhaps time has not changed me,
but the world has.

Sometimes.

My memory kept me waiting as I fell,
from the deep land's dark to darker I was
immersed in nothingness.

My heart kept me waiting as I fell;
ticking in beats with broken gears.
I felt it corrode and decay.

My mind kept me waiting as I fell,
until I could not think but only feel,
and even then I did not have

the words which kept me waiting.

there it is again

I feel as if I may be working backwards
crushing my metaphors and similes,
like one might crumble limestone in their hands.

A Camouflage Dilemma

I like to say what I mean,
but I tend to hide things in the folds of my words
and in behind false fronts.
They're little things I am sure would not matter
to you. But it matters to me.
How could I be so afraid?
To let another see me, when I'm hiding in plain sight and
hoping
that I will not need to find myself
before another finds me.

...

I am wondering things again.
"Is typing and deleting,
an addiction or an illness;
I really cannot tell."
Perhaps the internet is what the world would be like
if we might recall our words with the touch of a button.
Enticing maybe,
but in a place where nothing is left unsaid...
nothing is really said now is it?

Oh wow, ww what a delight to read through. All of your poems have this sarcasm, this bluntness, and this sassiness I just love it!

Darker Door - It is an interesting premise, I want moar :O maybe some line to connect the birds to the doors?
Perception - Oh ouch! This poem is sassy, I love it!
Age - Dang, that bite at the end!
Sometimes - ooh this one is pensive and intriguing, it definitely makes me want to read it through a few more times!
There it is Again - xD This one made me laugh.
… - oh, this one is pensive, but it's got a poignancy to it too. I love it <3

Thank you

a meaningless something

I tend to stare at things;
entranced in small objects like the dust
that floats aimlessly through the air.
And I don't know why it is to me,
but somehow it means nothing...

...and everything.

Here nor There

Night is far more than a state of the sky,
but the time where a side of the earth
dares to face the endless outer darkness.

She

black eyes, blue eyes;
old eyes, stone eyes.
You thought you knew her
You all did.
green yes, grey eyes;
dark eyes, dead eyes.

Ashes, Ashes

broken pictures on the wall
are raining down their shattered pieces
and broken bones.

chalk dust faces fading
at the edges of the tears within the papers
and too thin skin.

wisps of smoke; a twisted
silent sound of the air I used to breathe,
and the burning...

all lost but the burning.

I wouldn't, but I wonder things

I wonder what it's like to lose it completely
if but for a moment;
to topple the bricks and crush all the stone
and watch the world burn.

futile

crumble her heart to pieces; why don't you?
She knows she's got yours so
she could care less.