some days I care
some days I don't
some days I know
we won't end up alone
pagesyou were an open bookpages by TheStoyTeller
of charms and powerful spells
but you still couldn't spell
the most important word of all.
could you, love
we were once pangeaI had to write everything downwe were once pangea by TheStoyTeller
because you and I are quite literally exploding.
The subtle skin just outside
of our swelling, fumbling hearts is growing,
reaching out and expanding like pregnant bellies
shyly touching each other's borders,
then shrinking away like oxygen starved lungs.
I miss you like Africa misses South America
but this marriage was never continental.
all it came down to was a string of my imagination
that you cut with four simple words "i have a boyfriend"
and left me floating alone in the Atlantic Ocean
to watch you as you imploded and flew up into happy bright blue sparks
just before I lit a match with my own words
and waited for my promises to ignite me
so I would be the one leaving.
at least this time.
against all oddsyou were just a green eyeagainst all odds by TheStoyTeller
between the cracks and slits of
dried gum underneath tired soles
drummed harshly on your roof,
hounds teeth and berating chatter
took up arms against your environment,
and you made friends with cruel solitude
all the while growing, blossoming
never turning your hungry iris
away from the sun
solar plexuseverything I touch is a dream.solar plexus by TheStoyTeller
the ragged skin of the blinds
that scrape against my fingers as
I pass through them,
the leftover dew of late rain
that welcomes me,
the eyes and egos
that diminish at my arrival.
I see everything
but not everything sees me
and this is the definition of a dream.
I mark time for fifteen hours,
showering myself with apathy,
gazing at the stars below
weaving flowers, sweat, and life itself
as I wait to die again in this moratorium.
they all wake up
as shadows of bustling hope
crowd everything I've ever loved;
a harbinger for the festivities to come
a vociferation of vampires.
and I take their silhouettes
as a pall over myself.
I too, will awake to the truth
and blackness of space
until it is my turn to dream about
those poignant, breathing commodities
flickerthere was a phosphorous blue in your eyes,flicker by TheStoyTeller
and they struck me like a meteor.
ablaze I went dancing,
singing about the wonder I saw
in my new favorite color.
there was something there once,
in the embers of your soul
smoldering and smoking ambitions.
I hope to
ignite you once again.