The Virtual Hermit

I ought to give fair warning Before there is no turning back You’ve reached the edge of the map Here there be monsters. The greatest parts of me lie uncharted Hiding depths that teem With darkness and creatures unseen. *all writing posted here is by me

[thevirtualhermit]

I only write poetry to him now

[thevirtualhermit]

You lucky, lucky boy You found a girl with a heart The size of the Grand Canyon Deep enough to fall inside And lose sight of life Outside her eyes That stare as if You might disappear-- Her fissures have lost Trespassers before Yet you, bold adventurer Explore each curve Leaving cave paintings On her crooked walls Signing each with  Three little words: I'm not leaving.

[thevirtualhermit]

My hands are in your hair And my heart is in my throat.

[thevirtualhermit]

We only play at being adults Trying on age like dress-up clothes. 

[thevirtualhermit]

Your lips left A dozen purple galaxies On my skin and Every time I looked In the mirror I felt as beautiful As the night sky. 

[thevirtualhermit]

It has to be a lie Those sweet things You say Don't tease me When I hide Burying my face In soft pillowcase I've heard too many Songs and read Too many novels To believe What you say Is true Pretty girls Don't spend their Birthdays alone No no It can't be true If I was beautiful I wouldn't have Been forced To wait so long For you. 

[thevirtualhermit]

Wait Do not chase Do not wear the soles of your shoes Down on boys Who won't cradle your feet In their laps Do not waste Your words Exhaust your tongue In the silent poetry Of kisses On those Who don't exhale Your name Like a prayer Wait. 

[thevirtualhermit]

Why haven't you posted anything in 3 months D:

A bit creatively drained lately.

[thevirtualhermit]

Beauty in the temporary Fingers forging sonnets Tongues tracing odes That disappear before dawn Ephemeral blush Fleeting touch Story arc in curving spine Verses part A poem dissolves Skin returning to bare sheet. 

[thevirtualhermit]

At the end of each year She set her journals on fire Stood back and watched As flames ate once precious paper Releasing the nightmares She had trapped in ink-- Praying the smoke would Carry her words to the stars.

[thevirtualhermit]

These will be the moments You regret The ones you wish You could forget But my footsteps are echoing In the hallway and you're too Tired to get out of bed You will call me later Ask me what I was wearing Wishing to reinvent memories Of the curve of my back As the elevator closed and I didn't turn around Cold shoulder to your words Of wait Of no Of not yet But it's all inside your head You didn't regret My going For weeks. 

[thevirtualhermit]

I always see you As if through clouded glass The pictures come through Distorted but discernible But the sound is trapped On the other side I see your head nodding Your lips moving Fingers tap to chords and lyrics Music I wish I could hear-- But we're different vibrations Always out of synch. 

[thevirtualhermit]

Hand me the shears Turn Samson beneath my fingers Let me steal your vitality With the whisper of scissors Your superior size dissipates Beneath light touch Tilt your head forward, darling I need a better grasp Of your neck, fingers laced Touch like a drug You don't need anything but this.

[thevirtualhermit]

It's intoxication in reverse Your presence loosens my lips Inebriation in the finest Just from your eyes on mine A sip of wine and I grow quiet Pull away I only wanted to drink you in.

[thevirtualhermit]

I tried to draw the picture With words Conjuring image to mind With a few brief lines But my vision has blurred All the verbs slur together Little white lies on the page Slipping beneath covers Blinded from the world. 

[thevirtualhermit]

I shall take your misery And pen a story about it You'll never be happy But you will be a poem. 

[thevirtualhermit]

I like the drive home The drive away from you 2 am on country roads With only my headlights To see Pitch blackness in my rear-view Reminds me Not to look back A local radio station Plays a mix of jazz  Soothing static As my thoughts condense What was that you said I don't know what it meant Still miles to go Before I slip into bed My roommates will never Suspect The trail your fingers left Will be off my skin By breakfast time I've got miles to go To collect my head.