rook - Hello Poetry

rook Jan 2015

one impeccable beam of moonlight
on the floor. I stoop,
aiming to grasp, and fall through
your mind
Cerulean thoughts and your umber veins
Dark fire and coldest metal
no love lost here; no,
no love at all
and shuddering I ran past iron and onyx and somehow,
lost in this waxing labyrinth, I wane
and all my love of the skies
could never again convince me to go to the moon in your eyes.

shoot for the moon. even if you miss, at least you won't be here.

#moon #space #mind

rook Jan 2015

Suckerpunch

If you took an x-ray & looked at my insides, they'd be a Picasso.
All tangled shapes, color spills, and meaning hidden
Or maybe a ******* --
endless splatters of endless paint that are all the same, except portrayed differently.
An entire infinity in those dots, a life of
wishing for someone you could never be
or remember,
And remember, lost in place.

#art

rook Jan 2015

When Thought that Words

When thought that words no more
could be hunted down and bent to my will,
I hear them sing from places still
unfound, though nothing have i sought more,

And strain to catch the faint tune
of memories I dimly recall of times when
While standing nearly alone just then,
I sang up to a moon

And of when the moon had all but gone
and the tides all washed away;
But the words I hunt are all now done,
and scurry from the light of day.

rook Jan 2015

Time, like Trees.

And time, like trees, forbade to die
until that single drop of sunbeam in the sky
itself will fade,
and memories elude, like those
who once saw colors fair and bright
and now only darkness knows
those thoughts they never saved.

and time, like trees, grows only once and still
though man may try to fix and heal the damage done with age
Time, like trees, never will.

and neither once destroyed can truly be regained; time, like trees, outdone by age.

#time #nature #trees

rook Jan 2015

You're right.

I am not a boy
I am a tumor
I am an angler in the deep darkness waiting
I am enclosed, claustrophobic, and suffocating
extrapolating, because
I am a calculator and I want all the solutions to your infinity
I am a sine function perfectly predictable
I am a cancer
I am a twig in your forest, and the words in your thesaurus
that bore us because
I am a scholar
I am a hunter
I am an architect through the desert sands that demands
and understands because
I am a boy.
And I am not a boy, because
I am a tumor.

a.o.e.

rook Jan 2015

fin

it's when i see him,
his moonlight poured out onto a canvas
waxing poetic
and spinning with the ground, turning the tides.

it's when i see him,
his honey head an slow step in his movements,
that syrup from the bees and
honey of the seas.

it's when i see him,
his wax now beginning to melt,
that burning
in the stomach that means the candle is out

and i am out with it.

a.o.e.

rook Jan 2015

&

My pen is dry of hateful ink,
My thoughts are run amok.
In the din of madness I can not think;
My pen is dry of hateful ink.
In the mires of envy, I start to sink
and as far as creation, I've no luck.
My pen is dry of hateful ink,
and my thoughts are run amok.

#triolet