Saturday, January 24, 2009

flop, turn, then the river

again
i find myself putting in my all
give it all up
gambling.
i know,
terrible habit
just finding happiness
that's the point in life.

i'll throw it all on the table
play the hand i'm delt
suck it up and bite my lip

yea, my poker face is poor
i need to work on it
do i have anything worth betting on?
of course not
why do i go all in?
because i want a bite.
i want to know if any of what i have,
any of what i put in the pot,
is what you want.
sick game?
of course
but what have you got to lose?


i'll be the one left without my heart in the end.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

held it up
point blank
waiting until i saw it
i avoided it all
stepped closer
ignoring pistol in hand
finger on trigger
i pushed it.

Monday, January 05, 2009

smoldering

they're warm
not melting
no icy blue

melting and evaporating
becoming silver and vapory
metal and dripping
liquid fire sticking and burning
soul softly screaming
no

just warm
no comparison for you
no sweet ballad written for them
look my way
make me safe
wrap me in velvet

warm my cold blooded heart
make my blood warm
luke warm
a safe temperature
a comfort
just warm

that's what they are
warm for--
comfort to--
safety.

draw me in
they always do
velvet ropes wrapped around me
keep bringing me closer
soon i'll melt
but still comfortable
can't leave
i feel too safe.