poe-try

i've been trying my hand at poetry again. let me know what you think

Ultraviolet

Touches of color

Shades

Pigments

You draw me across the spectrum

Electric yellows and firey reds

Into the ultraviolet abyss

Of your heart

You bleed

But your blood is transparent

You've got no color left to give

So you fade out

Always there

An unseen beauty

An invisible rainbow

Rebirth

Left for alive

Left behind

Spade in hand

I attacked the ground

Pierced her flesh

Let her bleed

I found myself inside her

Crawled into her womb

Longing to be born again

Birth never came

If I dig further

Rumor says

I'll reach China

There are lots of people there

fatherhood

sometimes, i think of the little things you do that get me angry. frustrated. manic.

i think to myself, why would you do this? it winds up hurting you, and i have to watch. i watch because you don't listen, and you get hurt. and i have to watch, and that's what makes me angry.

i want to watch you avoid the pain. i want to see you succeed. i want to be at your wedding. i want to watch you find happiness.

sometimes, i think of how mad i get at you. it's at these times that i feel like a parent. like a father. and as crazy as you make me sometimes, i couldn't have asked for a better child.