The Oddity and Scatter of Chaos

Glass-windows framed
With red steel bars
That either hides or masks the intruder,
The space of the anonymous.

Your wall of washed out green
Lined with cobwebs
Rain-soaked, steel-stained
Like wasted times, forgotten.

These electric cords
Strung up on your ceiling
These that glorify the scatter of your bed,
They scare the sunlight.

Bags hanged in nailed hooks
Fake flowers, half-open books
Unused lightbulbs,
This room looks like my hopes,

The oddity and scatter of chaos.

You are the yellow blotches in folded papers*

07.14.2010

Let this be a color of the rainbow,
Handpicked in multiple hues.
A tint of yellow
A touch of green
A mix of red and white
Or a palette
Of all.

Now, to catch the liquid of your smile
Is this boldness of red
A rebel to innocence,
The courage of truth,
The color of now.

Ah, but to bring wonder in your eyes
Is this shade of brown
Like dried
Mango leaves
That crackle with a
Finger snap.

Only I can’t be certain
If those smiles still have the same life
And if your eyes
Still light up
Like a fire.

But you, you are
The whites and yellows of those days
The yellow blotches in folded papers
The white stains of old letters.


*thank you for the colors

Smile

Not in many ways,
And in words,
Fewer still.

And I do not have an excuse.

Forgive me, I do not live
In the shadows like you.

I'd rather smile.
I'd rather be far
Than be near
But is taken hostage
In your box of gloom.

I'm no longer yours
And I'd rather smile.

Fleeting

There were riots of these
Like broken beer bottles
Scattered in pure rage.

I could almost touch them
In my palms, I can almost hold them.

Almost.

But, when you try,
You realized they're never for the taking.

Ah, night lights.

Bright, they could be.
Yet, they never last.