Category: Poems

She is standing in my skin, dancing joyfully

She wears my face with a painted smile

She speaks sweet comforts to those who do not know

She is meek for the man who demands her life be for him and loves her best when she obeys

She is strong for burdens that the hurt thrust upon her

She is as an arrow for the family whose fears she holds

She is an empty well

She is a broken frame that holds a torn portrait of a child long gone

She is merely but an echo now

And I am here watching, wondering if they will ever notice that she is not me.

~lmd

Slowly we’ll get back to us;

She and I who break so quickly,

Whose tears fall heavy into empty space.

Time is not a friend and the road stretched before us is worrisome.

Each day we lie with words and sit at tables with only promises to sustain us.

So in the deepest of our nights we will dance to the melodies our cries make,

Until we feel ourselves again.

~lmd

Loving you is as sweet and unexpected as the smell of honeysuckle in the dead of winter ,

as cleansing as raindrops on a cloudless day,

as powerful and devastating as a quake in the earth,

and as evolving as the phases of the moon.

Loving you is an unnatural and unrelenting storm within my soul.

~l m d

I wake from dreams of you in maddening confusion.

For I have felt your touch so honestly,

Seen your face so vividly, yet you have long since disappeared.

Never before have I dreamed of one this way.

Shall I forever lie awake,

Forever fearful that in slumber you will return to leave me yet again.

So now I beg of you; if our souls cling to each other as I fear they have done all this time,

Release me as you long so painfully to do.

~ l m d

Outside they sat on barren trees 

Their cries and cackles quite deafening

Murders waiting just outside the panes 

Orange was the light that poured in to drape the walls in gold

I turned at last to face the devilish things that awaited 

All at once away they flew 

And suddenly all that I ever knew came crashing in on me

Grayness pushed out the last of the light and ushers in a lonely night

So I lay, still unmoving

Figures came to climb the walls and dance and laugh down empty halls

But still alone, I waited

The sun did rise and fall again countless times as I looked for them

Eyes began to beg not for sleep but of some promise of relief 

Then bones and flesh began to ache.

Finally did they return, and on their wings away I few

With nothing but the thoughts me and you. 

~l m d

Take me down your winding roads,

Leave me not in desolation.

I crave to know the depths of your soul and creep to every corner of your mind.

Dance with me to the symphony of pounding hearts and hesitant breaths,

Drown me in a river of your words until no other voice seems real,

Devour every inch of my being until it is consumed within your own and we are the same.

Let us fade into the passion as it engrosses us like a flame until we burn to embers 

~l m d

You can not claim to long for winter if you do not know her fully.

Until you know her cold and darkness, you are blinded by the beauty.

For snow will always look appealing, but few can stand its bite

~l m d

I wake next to you, head still filled with questions.

I know nothing of your feelings toward me,

I know nothing of what this means to you.

I wish you would tell me how you feel for me,

But I could never ask you all the questions I have.

~ l m d

The air is cold against your skin, biting to your bones.

Bare branches hang against the backdrop of cotton candy skies.

The world is quiet.

Eyes closed, feeling the dead earth beneath you, you realize the birds have all become silent.

Stoic silhouettes cast harsh shadows against the morning dew covered ground.

Good morning world.

~l m d

Rumbles, loud as thunder, fill the open air as the car pushes forward along a long and empty road.

Our headlights are only outshone by the moon looming over us and the stars strewn across the sky.

To the right, across an empty field, I see lightning just above the tree line lighting up the bottoms of the clouds that the moon can not touch.

The hot, thick air sticks to my face and neck and falls heavy in my lungs.

My hair whips in the wind, covering my eyes so that I can only see in flashes.

But I can feel it; summer’s rage is ending.

~l m d