Only Words

Faded moments, misplaced bliss,
fate has destined us to this.

Empty arms hide tear-filled eyes,
over-analyzing lies.

Shadows fall on quiet hips,
broken dreams part thirsting lips.

Loneliness has creased the brow -
Only words between us now.


© JMariah, 2010

The Thought Of you

I've forgotten the skills needed
to turn the memory of you
out of my mind.
It's just there,
lingering in open space,
hovering overhead,
refusing to be quiet.

It calls to me,
slow and deliberate,
so my heart splits open
all over again,
my eyes burn.

It sings the songs that bring moments
up from their resting place
and sways me
to the notes that once guided your hands
over the curves
of my waiting flesh.

Their words are warped now
distorted by the silence,
the space that stretches wide
and wider between us,
where the thought of you
hovers overhead
with nowhere else to go.


© JMariah, 2010

Name It After Me

I laugh.

And the place inside me that jiggles with the sound
pretends to be happy.
It throws my head back and puts a twinkle in my eye,
and ignores the voice that asks
how dare I think myself a poet.

I heard today that a famous children’s writer
admitted to depression, cocaine and alcohol abuse,
and still he is getting a school named after him.

I wonder if I admit to being a mimic
and to not being able to churn out anything
unique from my pen,
that I’ll have something named after me.

Just a thought...

© JMariah, 2010

He's In Denial

Nothing seems to have been 'spilling over' for some time now. I've been enjoying some serious reading time, but I miss my pen-and-paper dates. Here's a raw poem that spilled out of me today.

He's In Denial

He lifts his hands to his ears
to refuse the words
we'd spoken so many times
before.
Now,
as if repulsed
by the images they conjure up,
he squeezes his eye lids shut.
He clamps his lips closed
tight,
then a tear
betrays him.

© JMariah, 2010