A Poem Written With My New Haiku Blocks

-A Regret About Our World-

His one brothers words
Between all war, with no God
It's life that he fears

Air Pressure

This build-up of pressure,
Tonight
Could kill me.

Leaving me exploding,
Into numbness
Is so unfair.

Worse then the truth-
Sending chills up my arms,
Suspending me in consciousness.

I can't change this
I can't do this
I can't walk away.

Please save me
From this endless self-destruction
And say I'm yours.

So Fucking Over It!

There's something so strange
About the way you can still
Make me shake with grief
And slam things in anger
Just with a glance
And a few simple words,
Meant for someone else-
Anyone else.

That night we sat,
Holding hands
In the flickering glare of the images on TV.
You smelling of booze,
And me just buzzed enough to let things happen.
You USED me,
You BROKE me,
And just for a moment
You WANTED me.
And that's what I can't let go.
So I'll sit here,
Falling for someone, who's not you,
And I'll just be angry
That I was stupid enough to care about that night.

Unexpressed

I'm writing you letters that I'll never send you-
Drawing doodles that I'll never show you-
Singing songs that will never be about you-

I wish I could-
I wish I would-
I wish that we could be.

That First Night

Images flash-
the smooth caress of flesh,
the brush of hair,
the softness of your breath.

And I can feel your heart beating,
underneath my palm
and against my back
as you hold me close in the early afternoon hours

I kiss you and I let myself linger
not pulling away,
just breathing in your exhale
as we brush noses

I can't think of anything more perfect-
more wonderfully exhilarating-
then laying comfortably asleep
in your arms

Good Night

Hours and hours
Passing me by...
Sleep creeping up on me
In the stolen night
Of dancing and yelling and darkness.

Coffee and TV
On a couch with strangers...
You and I sit in mindlessness
At 3 am
When sleep evades and sound overwhelms

Today

It's dark and gray outside
The gloom swallowing up the Saturday.
Yet I can sit,
Reading and listening to french music,
And feel perfectly content-
Even though there's not much to tell
Or to really think too deep about-
I can still see the silver lining in you.