Dark and Light

the darkness settles
upon my shoulders
like a familiar winter coat
hugging me like a memory
worn just right from
being pulled out
and on too often
but there is very little warmth
left in this embrace
there is a cold settling
deep in my bones
I want to fight it
but I have no strength
left of my own
I need your hands
to lift me, hold me close
let the warm brightness
of your love radiate through me

Liquid Fire

I see the slight quiver of your hand
and the longing deep in your eyes
but you don't want me
you want the liquid fire that
burns through your veins
you reach for me
and tell me you love me
but I know all you want
is for me to be your provider
your dealer, your doctor
but I can't fix what you need to be mended
this fire that is consuming you
is greater than my hands can contain
my shoulders aren't wide enough
or strong enough to carry you
all I know to do is stand and watch
you burn alive
I can't stop it, I don't know what to do
so I watch you disappear before me
your outer shell being sucked in
by the hunger deep inside your veins
until all thats left of you is
a skeleton with flesh wrapped
tightly around each line and angle
and it breaks my heart
every time I see your quivering limbs
reaching out for rescue

so I hold your hand
until the last ember is snuffed out

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Empty

I feel like an empty bottle
Nothing but space
Where my message should be

Lord, come fill me

Something to brighten your day...

.... by ~brandonxtoxic on deviantART

Generations

Generations by ~brandonxtoxic on deviantART

this is when you
step up 
step in 
grab my face 
and kiss me