Do I want to speak to you or should I forget your voice?
But as I hear your phone ring I’ve already made the choice.
And ring it does, a dozen times but you never say, “Hello?”
So I hang up and cry a bit, wishing you didn’t go.
And tonite I’ll fall asleep too late to dream of you with sorrow
and I’ll say it’s time to be over you but alas…
I’ll probably call tomorrow.
A.R.M.
01/26/92
Friday, October 9, 2015
Rest in Peace
When I die
And my heart is laid out bare for all to see,
I would rather it be torn and tattered,
stitched up, repaired, and seemed.
Loved.
Than to have it intact, untouched, unused,
Bright, clean, and pristine.
A.R.M.
10/03/15
And my heart is laid out bare for all to see,
I would rather it be torn and tattered,
stitched up, repaired, and seemed.
Loved.
Than to have it intact, untouched, unused,
Bright, clean, and pristine.
A.R.M.
10/03/15
Tip Tap
I heard the rain tip-tapping on the window
and I wished I was beside you
enveloped in your arms
my head upon your chest
the sound of your heartbeat in my ear
the warmth of your bare skin warding off the chill.
My teardops keep time with the rain.
I've never felt so far away from you.
A.R.M.
10/04/15
My Precious
Sometimes I think I am Gollum
and you are The Ring,
and my desire to embrace My Precious,
my desire not to be parted from you,
has driven me mad.
A.R.M.
10/04/15
and you are The Ring,
and my desire to embrace My Precious,
my desire not to be parted from you,
has driven me mad.
A.R.M.
10/04/15
The Cutting of Poesie Millay
angry red slashes across lily white skin
she once promised her mother she'd never do it again
but what good are words when the heart is in pain
angry red slashes and the blood spills again
her face a matted mess covered in snot and tears
her wails echo in the bathroom but nobody is around to hear
the linolieum tiles are smeared in blood red
and she can't clear out the voices that keep ringing in her head
she dials his cell phone to ask for his help
but he doesn't answer so she relies on herself
which is a mistake indeed for as the phone drops
she picks up the knife... she can't make herself stop
he finds her on the staircase covered in tears and blood
and drags her to the kitchen to find out what she's done
as he rinses her off his voice rises with fear
"Is this it, is this all, are there any more cuts here?"
and they sink to the floor seated side by side
her head hung in shame while his panic attack subsides
both of them in tears and hearts filled with pain
as they vow to each other
never
never
never again
A.R.M.
01/22/04
she once promised her mother she'd never do it again
but what good are words when the heart is in pain
angry red slashes and the blood spills again
her face a matted mess covered in snot and tears
her wails echo in the bathroom but nobody is around to hear
the linolieum tiles are smeared in blood red
and she can't clear out the voices that keep ringing in her head
she dials his cell phone to ask for his help
but he doesn't answer so she relies on herself
which is a mistake indeed for as the phone drops
she picks up the knife... she can't make herself stop
he finds her on the staircase covered in tears and blood
and drags her to the kitchen to find out what she's done
as he rinses her off his voice rises with fear
"Is this it, is this all, are there any more cuts here?"
and they sink to the floor seated side by side
her head hung in shame while his panic attack subsides
both of them in tears and hearts filled with pain
as they vow to each other
never
never
never again
A.R.M.
01/22/04
Flowers
“These
roses have thorns”
the
florist said.
I
grabbed a handful…
and
bleed I will, until I’m dead.
A.R.M.
09/02/15
09/02/15
Quidado
If the sign had said,
“DANGER – DO NOT ENTER”.
I never would have walked in.
But the sign said,
“ENTER AT OWN RISK.”
So I did.
A.R.M.
09/09/15
09/09/15
Morning
I can feel myself slowly coming to.
Eyes are closed, I’m not yet awake.
I can tell by the lack of sunlight through my window
that the new dawn has yet to break.
Sweet dreams of slumber fading,
I open my eyes, a sleepy-headed girl,
and sigh wistfully for the visions retreating
as the alarm welcomes me back to the real world.
A.R.M.
02/24/15
Gone Girl
open road, by the
waves
top down,
windblown
and blue sky for
days.
where are you
headed? no compass, no map
hugging the curves
- clutch, shift, gas.
L.A. or Boston, or
somewhere in between?
time for a new
landscape; a changing of the scene.
it’s not the
destination, they say
but rather the
journey.
off she goes, the
redhead in the MG.
A.R.M.
02/03/15
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