Some old poems

I really like writing poetry. Unfortunately I don't think I'm usually that good at it. I've written some poems that I do like. I think I like these ones, but I'm not completely sure.

There you sat

A ghost from the past

Nonchalant

Nothing to say

I stopped dead in my tracks

Shocked, invisible

Forgotten days recalled

Dead memories revived

On my knees, begging reprieve

Stop holding me close

Stop saying those words

Let me live and move on

Stop falling in love

It's all been a dream

Forever a dream

I hate your fucking dreams

I barf as quietly as I can into the porcelain

Try not to wake your sleeping angel face

Can't bear the thought of your little feet innocently plodding to your crucifixion

Bottles littered over the tile

Blood dripping across the slanted floor

Your superhero dying in the trash

Sleep, sleep, let your perfect dreams live

Never, ever wake up

Or wake only to smiles, a clean floor, and a nutritious breakfast

Sleep, sleep, and dream not of your beaten superhero

Weak in the fact of disguised kryptonite

You are perfect

Never grow

Not into a stained, broken superhero

Your foul, thick air

Washes over my brain

I live for a moment with room to breathe

I live for the time before you and me

Your pervasive stench

Wills me to suffocate

Suffocate in your lies

And your foul, thick memories

Screw you

I'm afraid of fire.

When I was young, I stared into one for hours, mesmerized

I reached out to touch it

My mother pulled me away, screaming about the pain it would cause

I didn't touch it, but I've been afraid since

When I became an adult, I avoided it as best I could

When face to face with my fear, I would close my eyes

One day I peeked.

I was a child again, staring, mesmerized.

I reached out to touch it

My mother was not there to pull me away

I touched it, and I'm not longer afraid

It pulled me in

It covered me

It killed me

I touched it again

I'm not afraid of fire.

Did I hold on too long

When we last touched?

Did I say something wrong

When we last spoke?

I don't care

You've seen who I am, I've seen you

This is not you

Your world is full of colors

You're killing them shades of grey

Your world is filled with wonder

You're seeing it in 2-d

That work of art you just painted

You call it death

So if I hold on too long

Or say something wrong

Forgive my wonder, forgive my awe

I'm moving you to see

Your life's great poetry