TKO: Favorites

Nov 2016 TKO

r

Coldness, I have watched you
in the shadows,
and you have given me mine
from time to time, awake
I slumber down paths
of moss and who knows what all
darkness we can gather
one at a time, but not one soul
can make a bouquet from another
soul, it is too cold to be dreaming
and there is no place for the duelist,
the two of us, lovers of black clothes
and fairly good looking women,
it is almost winter and the wind
is my second, wearing a dark cloak,
breathing in the dead eyes
of my brother, how they shine
and listen to him sing that sad song
will you, while gathering snow
and turning darker than starlight.

Inspired by Liz Balise's Sigh Differently. Thanks, Liz.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1813104/sigh-differently/

Oct 2016 TKO

there must be a place where broken words go

Oct 2016 TKO

mk

there must be a place where broken words go

there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.

#poetry #broken #words #home #silence #speech #stutter

Oct 2016 TKO

traces on the frosty daybreak window

Oct 2016 TKO

traces of being

traces on the frosty daybreak window

.
she stood barefooted
and feeling so beautiful
staring out
the frosty
daybreak window

visible breath ,
enslaved by a kiss ,
a clouded waft
exhaled
between chapped lips ,
as smeared tracks
of dripping freshwater pearls
slide down the little pane glass

             the downward trickles
             stirring tingling goose bumps ,
             pushing out
             blossoming
             fighting gravity ,
             as the chilled air spills
             upon
             sleepy toes
             and naked smiles

             enigmatic eyes
             penetrate through
             the beclouding
             sighs released

passion wanes gently
with night’s fleeting shadows ,
the sandman still lingering ,
yet gazing shamelessly
at intimate breaths visible rouse

starry eyes recycling blind hope
like the lightly arising steam ;

             the glistening
             frost heave’s sparkle
             just outside the window ,
             where the dawning light
             a single morning sunbeam ,
             enkindles a renewed shine

                         aglow

             tantalizing
             untamed diamonds
             burgeon like splendor
             faceted dreams ...

                         *Wild is the Wind

#love #passion #sensuality #bliss #intimacy #splendor #wilder

Oct 2016 TKO

self control

Oct 2016 TKO

curlygirl

self control

the hardest
part of
letting someone
you love
go is
making yourself
stay away

#love #heartbreak #sad #life #real #honest