Author: DavidA

What’s not to like about Spring
it truly is a wonderful thing.

April showers
And May flowers
It all makes me want to sing.

 

My friends make me happy as my presents on Christmas.

My friends always talk to me whenever I need them.

Some of them comfort me whenever something sad happens.

My tears telling them I need them.

Even on my birthday my friends make me

feel like I’m the fireworks on the 4th of July.

 

They help me whenever I had fallen.

Sometimes when I think that my life is over

they still tell me all the great things I have done.

My friends are not really different from me.

When I first met my best friend that moved she

was like the only person that stood up for me.

 

The next day I went to school then the next thing

I know the bell went ding ding and there I was in class.

Then the next thing I know the end of school bell went

ding dong ding

When I went outside I saw my friends,

my anchors when the waves get big

It’s like if I didn’t have my friends my world would be different.

The one that intimidates me the most
Was the one I once adored.

Consumed by many emotions,
Like a preteen.
The thought of you dances in my veins and
I adored its choreography.

I don’t know which to favor,
The infection of love
Or the agony of heartbreak.

He drove many miles
In a taxicab to see you.
He was once consumed by fear
That someone might see him slip away.
Surrounded by millions of people,
with not a single witness.

O lady from the East,
Why do participate in adultery?
Are you blinded by the aroma of Cartier?
Do you not see it’s infectious disease,
That’s already obliterated me?

I pretend to know nothing of unfaithfulness
But that’s a deceiving lie.
It may even kill me.

The factuality of it all
Runs deeper than love,
Even the mistress can sense
She’s not the only one.

It’s midnight across the city,
Frigid, but not cold enough to freeze,
People out walking, the city still living.

 

A child

Loved and adored

precious and pure

So very young

Thinking about the years ahead

vulnerable with every step

Crying like the pouring rain outside the window

Laid to peaceful rest, silence

In a blink of an eye it all ended

The End

In a blink of an eye it all ended

Laid to peaceful rest, silence

Crying like the pouring rain outside the window

vulnerable with every step

Thinking about the years ahead

So very young

precious and pure

Loved and adored

A child

 

Can you see it?
A ghost of hope
in a world
where a fake smile
is traded for
ash
This smile is from
a heart
A smile made from
flushed cheeks and
riches that can only be found
in the soul
A smile that smells of
cream and orchids
Made by
a curve of lips
with just a dash of crinkling
from your eyes
A smile so
genuine
it speaks like a
song
Its a smile of birds
and mugs being clinked
A smile for an old brick house
A smile that doesn’t need to be from someone you know
because
a smile
is the freest thing
but can buy
an endless amount of
happiness and love.

 

1. Cut open your chest with a dull ceremonial blade

curved perfectly to fit ghostly hands in a futile grasp at revenge.

 

Molten metal pours out;

beads of mercury en masse,

silently poisoning the hand they happily roll down.

Magma, shimmering water that scalds the dirt to ash

before it buries its shinning head: a statue.

 

Watch it seep down into the ground

through a labyrinth;

tiny civilization, tiny Daedelus

plotting his escape on jeweled wings

as heroism breaks through the defensive lines

to cast the secrets of an empire in finite gold.

 

An anthill cast in gold.

 

2. Dig it up,

a shimmering metal creature,

a coral sprigs, tendrils of metal

where intestines once were.

Iron- filled veins trap the last whisper of blood

that could not quite escape the heat in time.

 

Pull apart the opening in your chest

and let it crawl inside.

Watch it nestle, settle, let out a great sign.

Watch its spidery fingers url around your ribs.

Watch it smile as they crack.

Easily mended, after all, with metal joints

that hold better than brittle bone ever could.

 

3. Sew shut incision with embroidery floss;

reclaim the woman’s craft. Congratulations-

the piece is mounted,

the installment is ready for opening night.

I buried myself in the backyard of your big yellow house
right under the swing set where, before I moved in,
you used to sit in the shade and sing to the trees,
sweet siren crooning to the wind
and taking solace in the echo.

We called the space between our houses a forest
even though it was barely a patch of trees;
the scattered foliage that separated your sphere from mine.
I emerge from the path into green splendor,
wind my way up to your backdoor,
knock on the glass but let myself in
before anyone has a chance to notice.

I used to be able to see the light of your bedroom window from mine.

In the stillness of the hot Texas nights,
dry air washing the hills in a lifeless dance,
I swear I still see a flicker-
and a flash of green live oak-
and I know your light is on
although I cannot see.

I hear your voice float to me,
lilting and dancing across the highways that lay between us-
only now, with a steady beat,
my heart keeps time.

 

Here is what you were never meant to know.
Here is the salt of Orion’s bloodlust,
here is the rubble of the tower,
here is the endless dance of the wheel:

There is a way to rearrange the stars,
reform constellations,
become masters of our own astrology,
write our fates in cosmic dust.

The gods are brittle.
You, too can move earth and sky,
shape water and spit sea foam
into the shape of the life you most desire.

Become a statue,
content to lounge among the stars forever.

Here is the secret,
pressed close to her breast,
that the psychic will never tell.
Here is the witch’s vice,
here is the magician’s heel.

Rewrite fate in an artificial masterpiece,
an expertly arranged terrarium,
succulents and blossoms encased in glass,
tea leaves to be read with a halfhearted smile.

Foresight renders a crystal ball an ornament;
omniscence makes stars sequins on black cloth.

Scatter our seed to the wind;
maybe we become the breeze
and we end up rooted together in the tall grass.