07-12-2013, 09:43 AM
The freshly fallen leaves reveal boughs
As spine-like naked wooden limbs of oaks
That dig their roots in Earth and stretch their branches skyward
Concrete is rended. Roots that grew inside
The Earth have broken asphalt as weeds will often do.
The softly wafting wind that brushes familiar trees
casts a shade I’ve wallowed in before.
The path is dappled. Black spots of chewing gum have dried.
The years are creeping by. I walk past empty halls of the high-school that I attended four years ago.
The lockers still painted red and I can see the same scratches etched in the paint where grey metal sticks out.
Sometimes I’ll get the urge to walk those halls at night when the grounds are empty.
The memories do not come all at once but they hit me as a fugue. I’d never want to replay the past but I’ve gone nowhere now. At least then time wasn’t ticking as it does now. Once you’ve tasted love you’ll know what you are missing as you spend countless days alone.
It’s true that passion is combustible and it eats the oxygen quickly and burns itself away.
The new sensations become a common place and you may begin to yearn for flames when passions cool, but I mistook the flames that blindsided me ten years ago. I thought that I would become a man but the feelings I miss now are not the pleasures of two melding bodies sweating in heat and dripping with sweat. There is an ecstasy that calms a restless feeling. Limbs are still sometimes and you’ll be surprised you weren’t counting minutes. Love is not a lofty feeling that I would vaunt as noble, but it feels damn good and when you realize you’ll be a normal man there’s not much more to hope for.
As spine-like naked wooden limbs of oaks
That dig their roots in Earth and stretch their branches skyward
Concrete is rended. Roots that grew inside
The Earth have broken asphalt as weeds will often do.
The softly wafting wind that brushes familiar trees
casts a shade I’ve wallowed in before.
The path is dappled. Black spots of chewing gum have dried.
The years are creeping by. I walk past empty halls of the high-school that I attended four years ago.
The lockers still painted red and I can see the same scratches etched in the paint where grey metal sticks out.
Sometimes I’ll get the urge to walk those halls at night when the grounds are empty.
The memories do not come all at once but they hit me as a fugue. I’d never want to replay the past but I’ve gone nowhere now. At least then time wasn’t ticking as it does now. Once you’ve tasted love you’ll know what you are missing as you spend countless days alone.
It’s true that passion is combustible and it eats the oxygen quickly and burns itself away.
The new sensations become a common place and you may begin to yearn for flames when passions cool, but I mistook the flames that blindsided me ten years ago. I thought that I would become a man but the feelings I miss now are not the pleasures of two melding bodies sweating in heat and dripping with sweat. There is an ecstasy that calms a restless feeling. Limbs are still sometimes and you’ll be surprised you weren’t counting minutes. Love is not a lofty feeling that I would vaunt as noble, but it feels damn good and when you realize you’ll be a normal man there’s not much more to hope for.