If I’ve only told you
That you’re beautiful
A million times then
I haven’t told you nearly enough.
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The Word
I spread the word of love
Whichever way I go
Its message just three syllables:
Your name (_ _ _ _ _ _).
The Lesser of Two Evils
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
The glacial battle begins in our heads
Face pressed to the sun-pierced window pane
January snow in recession, the signs of regression
Half hidden like an iceberg in the arctic water
And where once a soft glow illuminated the surface
Only the placement of desolation remains
Reverberating silent screams
There is no one way of knowing cold
The stages are fluid and transient
Its meaning bitterly ambiguous
Yet in rare lucid moments, I see husks
An empty bed, scarred skin, chattered teeth
Spirit-numbed mind, missed meals, vacant smiles
There is no one way of knowing cold
Its symptoms appear to have no rhyme or reason
Although they move with wintry doom
From person to person increasing in aggression
Till you understand the meaning of icy
Which unbeknownst to us creeps in succession
There is no one way of knowing cold
Though maybe it’s always the same
Emotional and physical reaction
A state of feeling dangerously low
Struggling to survive between cold and colder
The very same polar opposites: Arctic and Antarctica
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s always coming up with some exciting words! And often sketches, too.)
Heaven Lent
Every earthly thing
you (……….) eclipse
and even near stars
shine dark in comparison.
How To Do Just About Anything
I’ve figured out
how to focus on
one thing at a time effortlessly
and also how to go weeks
without the need of food or sleep.
So, too, I’ve discovered
how to feel the winter
on a humid summer day
and even how to turn an hour
into one hundred thousand years.
It’s actually very simple—
very much free, as well:
just miss someone you love.
Words in the Snow
My Inspiration
It’s leaving me
Or already left
Little by little
And day by day
Words no longer come
One after another
Only form in scattered staccatos
All appears lost, m i s p l a c e d,
reversed, underdeveloped:
.sentence proper a write to how remember even can’t I, Now
Forbidden
After Little Charmer
If only I could
If only you would
But we both know it couldn’t
Come to any good
Yet you still have some may
And I still have some might
So what if our wish on the stars
Could make something so forbidden lawful tonight?
Second verse added with permission of Little Charmer. Read and like the original here. And make sure you check out the rest of Little Charmer’s wonderful blog and, if you haven’t already, follow and like from there.
When We Collide
Never bend
Nor break
Only expand horizons
The opposite of crash
Merge to connect
Forgo destruction
Create instead
An invisible world
Built upon the alignment
Of four-lettered words
Backward
There are days
Your affection
Sounds like:
uoy evol I
And I can’t decide
If it’s coming from
The tip of your tongue
Or the depths of my ears