regeneration

I want this blog to be home for my scattered poems and thoughts. 

These initial poems are collected from the past few months and the last two were written tonight.

I.

I.

fingering the surfaces of flimsy covers,

I unhinge my binding, making me bound

I am bound to you

my cover cannot contain me, flimsy as it is

I see

overwhelming my eyes,

vision not founded.

II.

consider what truths you have concealed,

through artifice and charm,

proof will then be erased,

of your animalness

of your savageness

rest composed,

poor sad one: no one will think you uncontrolled.

No one will consider you.

Because you are what you hide,

quick to hide the proof, by abiding by the canon.

What pain is it, to conceal your shadows?

What in time do you miss?

All the time it takes to remain timeless, unlined and untouched.

How can you deny your body the privilege to be unafraid?

Show that, you too, are savage.

That you cannot control the power of yourself.

III.

Beside me, you lay.

feeling the skin that separates us, gurgling words that unify our pinprick pupils.

A tunnel that we can crawl through, a hole that we can slip through

that great pull of falling.

There is grace in passion,

there is potential in loving.

Underneath the skin we create something of a majesty.

On that we learn to develop around ourselves, as if to extend the capital that we posess.

Without this glow:

this internal knowing flicker of being

you are nothing.

IV

My senses

exist on strings

that tense and sing

pluck and wail

I hurdled my body

(cramped as it was, with its need for flesh)

towards your gaping mouth

your popping finger joints and exageratted limbs

so I could feel you

and how your long hands

felt on my wailing skin

which was never played quite right

V

You were running towards me

your full pockets making music with the loose change

that you collected, and didn't know how to spend.

A moment of recognition occurred,

as your mouth hung open in a haphazard grin.

Your eyes opened so much that I could hardly stand their vulnerability.

Vulnerability that I took for granted.

That I took from you, like that loose change you didn't know how to lose.

I saw you again last week. But you wouldn't look at me,

wouldn't risk trusting your eyes (hardened now, reflections of light).

You ran from me,

I had taken too much.

VI

You slept on the front porch

and I left you outside.

To be away from me. 

It's funny how time has brought us apart,

it used to be all we had. 

The screen door slams, here you are

standing before me with your face turned down.

Away from me.

You say don't bother, 

and I wouldn't anyway.

VII

Surrendering myself

underneath the sun,

above the weight of my plodding feet.

They (terrified of flight) aim to keep me here, shielded from that mirage on the horizon

that shimmers and waves to me.

I don't know what I would find away from where I am. 

VIII

I whimper earnestly and let my head drop.

That is how badly I want you.

My fingers curl up

like little claws,

I am a monster ruled by one objective.

I want to tear into you

and get to know you quickly.

Your skin and your sinews, your knees and your pupils:

that should all be for me.

The last time I saw you, we sat in the dark.

I was calm being there next to you.

IX

You say that nothingness is all you want, 

a hole made of static to swallow you up.

Getting lost in the cavity of that mighty pupil,

you will say "it is so dark, I cannot see the stars, I have lost my way".

I will be there searching and pulling for your arms.

Wanting to get you out of that deep space you cannot feel.