Friday, May 21, 2010

my RED RED RED ____

Every fault I find
are mine
I found them in you
buried deep
beneath all the good
that you keep
when I see them in you
I prod them
I stick them to you
and you will never be free
but every sin I latch to you
I latch to me

Was I born to break them down?
Or is my heart exactly where it should be?

p.s. I have given up on proper poetry. I no longer feel the need to fit my feelings into guidelines that only govern but do not enhance.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Oh please.

Turns out you weren't made of stones.
Every moment that I thought you were there,
you were somewhere else.
I'll never forget what you did for this family,
nor will I forget what you did to it.
You have shattered my world and now I must look
to someone else for strength.
God, You must be everything. Immortals can't bleed.
Stand strong where I could not. Please stand strong.