Writing

Another purpose of this blog is to have an outlet for my writing. It needs a home other than my Moleskine (which I love) and a place to gradually come out in the world. So, here is my first poem to be published on the Web besides TeenInk and the like. It's brutally heartbreaking and honest and, hopefully, universal.

Just Like You

Gratulojn- you've won.

You found the golden key.

That house in the clouds you've so often

wrinkled your brow and wondered--

how?

She wears pearls and scarves

and is a delight to see

at the store, to buy tea, to talk.

She is a mysterious woman;

she returns to him each night

in her house on the clouds.

You never see him,

but you hear he loves her.

Mysterious man

now always in his house

creating something? Disappeared

three years ago.

Delicate people.

Sheltered from the world.

So pure, so good. So

desirable.

With your open life

your flawed life

they know what you don't know

the secret of love, you're sure

and now you can find out.

Voyeuristic curiosity.

The first witness

to unearthly love

so beautiful, they will be so beautiful.

Trembling you reach

the house on the clouds with its door

just like yours.

ring--no!

You want to see first. And greed

overcomes you.

Push open, empty space

sparkling, fresh, perfect-

but no.

Floorboards scratches

broken glass

open drawers scattered heels

wine-stained walls--

no.

Chaos bitter Chaos

you. frantically. scan. heart beating

this isn't right.

And there she is, running from a room

satin robe open, thin chemise

(you hear she writes naked, for both)

face creased, flushed, painful.

She is scared; she is caught

she pleads and presses your hands,

it's not like this

Oh Please I swear it's not like this.

He

in the corner behind his camera

still

eyes open shoulders rolled

doesn't move.

Breathes. calmly/

no expression

and he is broken as your picture of perfection,

And you

can not longer breathe

on the floor

eyelids close sleepy haze

thick air can't breathe no air

not like this

not like this oh please not like this.

Then what is there?

In the clouds they turn to gray

lightning brilliant but in the dark

she looks thin.

Pathetic and half alive

dying

Just like you.