When I let you in you’ll linger

Even though the years pass by

I’ll try to burn you out

Leaving impressions instead

Ashes and dust

Where once were flames.

Do not expect your sly smiles

Gentle sighs

And angled acts will speak more clearly

Than words set down without prejudice

Intentions represented as fact

For the things that matter.

Set foundations in your sentences

Stick to them

Construct on them your actions.

Do not expect a heavy look

Or staring at the dishes

To get anything done.

Passive-aggression is so overdone

And even when we know

We’ll refuse to understand,

On principle.

Use your words

Spiteful, Angry, Loving, Affectionate

Biting, Uplifting, Frustrated, Depressed

Uninterested, Excited, Lonely, Lost.

Speak to me

To Him

To Her

To Xem.

Speak Up

Speak Out!

Shout, if you have to

But be sensitive as well.

Use your words

Resign yourself not to silent acceptance

Of mediocrity unfit.

Sleep invades the restless mind

As nimbly as a whisper

The shadow of its presence creeps,

Its weight so like a dream

Feel the heavy strings pull downward

Sliding down the chair I try

Fighting back against a silence

I can never seem to crush.

Each hour passing by in hazes

While fog within my mind consumes

Crawls within my veins and teases

A promise of hours’ rest.

So I rise to take my leave

Of mortal coils and concrete life

To slip into a stream

Yet find myself awakened

And sleep has flown again.

I saw her touch fade

Like imprints in a sand dune

Carried away by wind.

Falling is oft just acceptance of gravity

Compliance with laws and theorems

Grounded in scientific analysis

And data collated and bound

In neat stacks of organisation

Representations of order

And reorientation away from folly.

Flying is but the same

Bound in reason easily explained

Basic information with diagrams

Of figures and sketches

Concerning lift and currents.

Yet comically we fall away from fact

And fly ourselves into a vacant wind

Tossed about in cocktails of emotion

Destitute of logic and foundation

You felt like leaves of autumn,

Unsure of change,

Yet beautiful in your turning.

And when you faltered and fell,

Your life away was more than words could ever tell.

But at the root of our hearts misplaced

I found my breath lost and thoughts erased.

Thoughts trickle like drops of rain

Into a stream that flows

Throughout my whole,

An empty chill that bathes

My senseless in soulful music.

Interconnected and intertwined

Imaginings of inferred data

Pooled and pulled

From the recesses and recession

Of the heart and mind flow

Ever gently

Colliding softly

Almost daintily

Faint whispers of vague notions

And subsets of subconscious wanderings.

This is how you’ve captured me

And willingly I’ll abide these rivers,

Till they run me dry.