My Window

By: Black Alley

I look up and fill with dread

I feel as if my blood were lead

While wife and children are in bed

There appears a ghostly head

On the other side of my window.

The face is pale, masked in white

With eyes as black as dead of night

A crooked grin fills me with fright

Pasted on his skin so tight

On the other side of my window.

In his hand a gleaming knife

He had no fear of taking life

Including from my child or wife

Filling my conscience with dreadful strife

On the other side of my window.

The man stood up and turned his head

Oh how I wished I were safe in bed

Not watching this nightmare instead

Ready to turn the moonlight red

On the other side of my window.

He started to move and I rushed to the door

I found it locked and rushed no more

Just stood there pale on concrete floor

Fearing what I had in store

As I stood on the outside of my window.

untitled/unfinshed (probably)

hi!! here's the extension of the poem I posted previously! I'd love some critique and/or suggestions. . . extension? yes? no? 

i watched the world rise

and fall through frosted glass; 

kaleidoscope lenses distorting 

my vision; i’m here to say

i love you/i hate you 

words twisted like briar roses

climbing up my crumbling walls 

but i will say to you: 

build me up/break me down 

brick and mortar and ivy

intertwined/fall away

i sleep inside silent walls

please don’t break them down;

i know you want to; but i 

can’t take it; ignorance is bliss

you of all people

should know that just as well 

heads

crowded together

mine there

but is it? 

I wrote this for the poetry contest, and I actually really like it. It just sounds natural to me (even though it's written in more of a story-like poetic manner which isn't how I usually write) because I wrote it in a raw moment of feeling and knew exactly how to write it. Huh. Thoughts?

Helping You Carry the Trebuchet You Built, on a Warm Afternoon, in Love 

I wish I could take a picture

Of this moment,

And save it forever.

A smudge of dirt

Across your cheek,

And another thumbed across your chin

The freckles on the tan of your

Nose

Standing out as you grin

Strong arms lifting your side

Shifting one for a second to

Brush your hair behind your ear

One dark strand still falling in

Your deep brown eyes,

And then they’re back on the steady wood

As I get a firmer grip on my end

Shaking my braid behind me

Pushing up my glasses on

My shoulder

Starting to walk

The cold cement

Of a cinderblock

Scratching, pressed against my face

Looking at the ground --

“This was a bad idea,”

You laugh

“I know.”

Smiling and straightening your spine, I

Can’t help but admire your firm jawbone

And the way your lips are moving as you breathe;

Inching down the ramp

Making sure not to

Drop it, or run into

A wall --

“I’m going to hit something! I’m going to die,” 

You exclaim

“If you die…”

I can’t think how to end the sentence so

I just say

“I’ll be sad.”

You nod and

We’re at the bottom now

The decline completed

And there’s your car 

And I leave you there

Because I’m holding up

The bus,

But as I gently let down

My side

I pause for a moment

Let my hand come up to your arm --

“You’re welcome,”

I say

And with that

I smile and wipe

My stinging hands

On my jeans,

Feeling your eyes on me

As I walk away,

Wiping the sweat from

The back of my neck

And closing my eyes to save forever

The image of you

A sweaty teenage boy

But a sweaty teenage boy I

Particularly want to kiss

That smudge of dirt

So accidentally

Effortlessly 

Making you even more beautiful

Than you were before

Something I thought wasn’t

Possible

But then again

They say anything is 

Possible

When you’re in

Love. 

it's easier to say things on paper so here i 

am at 3 a.m. scribbling down my heart and

soul and hoping you will

understand 

the words i said came out too easily and i 

didn't mean them but the hurt look on your face was enough to make me

break inside and i wanted to say

sorry to make it all okay but

you had already turned your back to

me 

so

i'm sorry

maybe this crumpled piece of paper will find its

way into your

hands and maybe you won't notice the dried

teardrops in the margins

i'm so

sorry