LightBringer

 You begged

to become the very essence

of light

you are but a silent plea.

addicted to filling every

blight of doubt

creased into your palms.

Nocturnal eyes

drunk on the notion

of an all-mighty sun

caught in a mirage,

all the while blinded white,

yet the pursuit

ashed your tongue

and fed it back 

to earth.

you spill uncannily 

bittersweet refrain and sacrifice

cut across your through,

you cannot ignore the darkness

that slips between a sheen rage

lining your iris.

Born to embrace all souls

but your very own

the light

is not for casual claim;

it must be spared

to the cusp of warmth

without the flame.

Giving You Grief

 Grief is love's souvenir

it's our proof

that we once loved.

Grief is the receipt

we wave in the air

that says to the world: 

"Look! Love was once mine.

i loved well.

Here is my proof

that i paid the price.'

Carve out your place

 a scar is artificial

only if you survive

what carves the scar

what is the use of words

if they only feed grief's appetite,

the  use of any of this

if i cannot keep you alive

Terrible Two's

 there is nothing 

more terrible

than waiting for the terrible.

i promise.

was the grief worth the poem?

No,

but you dont interrogate a wee

for what it does with wreckage

for what it's done

to get here

What big eyes you have

 you cried wolf

so i came running

Question:

am i the wolf

or the savior?

is my smile too sharp

or just my teeth?

Answer:

come alittle closer...

Violet Highs and Heaving Lows

 i drink euphoria

gulping heavily 

from an overflowing chalice

of genuine mania

and when the drink runs dry

and hope is lost

i lay down and stare 

into the bottom of the empty cup