Alone

"And all i loved, i loved alone"
-Edgar Allan Poe

Vents

She learned from the vents of her heart, through the slits and windows, even doors.
She learned from the muffled sounds of nighttime and the breathless sounds of the following day.

She learned from every person who walked through that life, every time that heart eroded away,
Viens and eyes and beauty and brokeness that gave way to slits of light, and salt, and life.

She learned from heighted arguments thrown in aimless directions, she learned they were cries for help,
The glares of her mother, the glances of her father, prodding until they snaped branches off of her growing mind.

She learned, fighting through the blinds pulled down.

She learned from grasped hands and careful smiles, intringuing whispers and careful praises,
Sheer glass and thick clay, she learned from the desire, and the determination, and the dirt.

She learned from wrists and and collorbones, the round freckle on the smooth shoulder she could not find on herself,
Covered, gaping wounds and secrets she could not know, looming figure's she was not allowed to see.

Through the pretty, empty opening's she learned the most, shading her eyes to see that hidden farthest down,
She learned through the vents of her sister's heart.

Stuck

Do you ever feel like you have nothing to share, that you have no important ideas or insightful contributions to the world? But at the same time every one around you is sucking away your essence, the only thing you have, and your loosing your mind to try and be something different than there all fighting to take away from you? That really you haven't had any choice to say who you are or that you don't want to be part of everybody else. Maybe you want to be unique, loved, and special and flawless. And that the only way to get every one away is to pretend.

They do, They Don't

"But if we're the ones to blame then the fruit
Shouldn't taste so good we were used
Used to thinking we got nothing to loose
We're loosing everything but the truth
Is walking straight into a roadblock ending left here bending
You're point of view was chosen by the serpents ruse"
-Jack Johnson

Pursuit

She felt a glance forced between them, before she even heard the knob of the door turn. Sitting up, the curve of her neck drew him to her, as captivated in this moment as in the prologue. Her heart, on tune with his, sensed this and she cringed at the exasperated elevation. She turned toward the allure and through the dark room his lighted eyes burned through hers. The space between them pulled stronger than the cool air leaking through her fingertips. She smelt through the seduction and the darkness the heaviness of his tongue, and her heart prepared for the familiar, weary drop. She shut her numb, heavy eyes and blinded them both. Holding stronger on what he had attained, the fire in the man pushed through the vacancy to touch her being. He blew smoke into her face, clouding her perception less than the curling undertones in his shout. But as always, the leftover silence was louder than that. For his words, seemed to inspire more than his stroke.

Fall

Hypocrite

I am the breathless smile in front of
your silent scream,
the sparkle you wear in front of your terrified eyes
I am the funny part of hitting your elbow
the dangerous part of
crossing the street
I am only the red you see when you think pain
or when you think love
I am the kiss from someone
who is not your mother
the hug from someone who is not
your friend
I am the sunshine that covers
your goose bumps
the noise that is always filling
your head
I am the part of you that wants to hide,
I go no deeper than that
I am the man on the side of the street
with a toothless grin
I am the absolute perfection
of your flawed illusion
I am a lie, a trick, a hypocrite