You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company?
You, who are so sleek and slender, humming with a quiet intellect and a serenity about you, and I, so grossly overweight and pretentiously boastful and nervous; how can you abide my company?
You, who are a paragon of patience, so understanding and self-assured, and I, so insanely impulsive, so myopic and brimming with self-doubt; how do you stand my company?
You, who are so sweet, so considerably kind, so thoughtful and generous, and I, so bitter, so selfish, so self-absorbed; why do you choose my company?
You, who are so self-composed, full of self-control, so sound and stable, and I, so very neurotic, so completely compulsive and verily volatile; how can you tolerate my company?
You, who are so diligent, so driven and ambitious, so achieving, and I, so lackadaisically lazy, so uninspired, so complacent; why do you settle for my company?
You, who are ethical, so moral, so very virtuous, and I, so corrupt, so unprincipled, so wholly wicked; how can you endure my company?
You, who are so normal, so well-adjusted, so conventional, and I, so maniacal, so unbalanced and irrational; why do you condone my company?
You, who are bubbling with charm, who loves unconditionally and is absolutely accepting, and I, boiling with rage, fueled by misanthropy and incredibly intolerant; how can you welcome my company?
That you love and accept me for who and what I am, is a treasure beyond measure. I cherish your company, but why you cherish mine is something I cannot fathom. All I know is that I love you, my dear, beloved friend.
**This was written for two very dear friends: Karen and Tommy :)
***I also love palindromes ;)
*****FREE VERSE OLD AND NEW ENTRY
Ink spills purposely on paper
forming letters of certain alphabets
to vowels and consonants.
Though speechless, one puts
forth effort to enunciate and
pronounce aloud the syllables
carefully to articulate loves interest.
I’m giving you two weeks’ notice
And then I’m evicting you
From my heart
You haven’t been paying your dues…
Passion laden kisses
And loving whispers
You’ve been trashing the premises
With your careless words
Your childish tantrums
And misplaced anger
Have littered my heart
You have been bringing in
To share the night
Thinking I was unaware
Of the trysts
But this place is meant for you
There has been too much
Way too much
Wear and tear
And so I declare
You are being evicted
Pack up your things
And find another
to live in!
I need some time
To set things right
To make repairs...
The love paint needs to dry
The dream frames need to be hung
The soiled sheets need to be purified
I need to sew new curtains of hope
And wash away the grime from the
windows of my heart
Before I can even consider
Taking in a new resident.
Just enough time
For you to pay for damages
And then to leave
Before I have you thrown out
of this heart of mine!
Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer
Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own
Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I
won or lost.
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land
Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want
Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.
Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.
Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go
Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward
Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!
bursts from your full lips
Almost against your will:
“I’m hungry ….
I'm hungry for you.”
I speak in seductive smile soliloquy.
My cherry glossed lips pa rt,
gushing out this succulent response:
“Come, my hungry boy.
Come and eat.
From appetizer to desert
Gluttony’s Creed is freed in me
Take time to t~a~s~t~e
From chocolate tips to cherry smear,
your taste palette I’ll tease
with full bodied, full course meal
~~~~I’ll drench quench~~~~
from my blessed abundant flow
take it nice and slow as you go
Come, come and indulge
another dish to relish
My love menu
creations just for you
Just the right spice
Of naughty and nice
Satiation Celebration awaits
Eat..... s, l, oOoOoOo w, l, y
Don’t waste in haste…
These moments so ^u*n^ chaste
There you go, baby boy
Let me clean~~you~~up
Time to sleep
Here is my chest
plush pillow rest
Hunger will not haunt your dreams
and here am I
Watching over you as you sleep
Insatiable the hunger for you
In my *eye*
Clouds of doubt hovered
Over our heads
They multiplied and grew to
That brewed to a storm of anger which
Unleashed its rage in
Thunder of words and
Lightning of gestures
In a while
The exhausted tempest subsided
The sun of trust hesitantly appeared
It grew stronger and brighter,
Feelings warmed up,
Arms opened wide
We threw ourselves into
Each others embrace
Finding thus shelter in
Fearing the coming of a
New storm, NO MORE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
Tribute to My Dearest Daughter
My darling daughter,
Precious child of my youth,
Dearest to my heart -
From that wonderful moment
When I first felt that fluttering of life,
Rhythmically beating beneath my expectant bosom,
I knew that I would unconditionally love you forever.
With deep motherly pride
I helped you develop into womanhood
Watching you become a strong, well-rounded woman.
A loving mother yourself, you are not only a blessing
To your own children and your family,
But you are also a blessing to others -
Those who hurt in life and need care and compassion.
With its ups and downs, life has transformed you,
Challenged, nurtured, matured, and molded you.
You are kind, thoughtful, generous, patient, and understanding,
Unselfishly expecting nothing in return.
You are a wonderful human being -
You are a true angel.
God bless you, my dearest daughter, my love!
Entered in contest “Relationships” sponsored by Regina Riddle
because so it is,
in my mind
love laid to rest,
© Gry W Christensen
(My take on "Relationships". My entry in the "Relationships" contest, ending Aug. 25. )
Her laugh is so melodious, a siren song, crashing ships and stealing hearts.
She's stolen my heart.
Yet you can't steal something that's already yours.
Her body is a mystery, one for the history books.
Her lips, so pink and kissable, taunt me like a schoolboy.
She is a goddess,
a true Aphrodite,
a creature of immense and unexplainable beauty.
Yet beautiful is an insult.
She is not beautiful.
She is a work of art, a true Picasso.
In her eyes, I see infinity.
I see stars.
I see the Devil himself.
What I do not see, is her.
She wears a mask.
She hides herself from others like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm.
And yet, she could not be any more perfect.
You look up the word perfect in the dictionary, and you will see her face.
Perfect dark brown curls, curls darker than my soul.
Perfect smile, a smile so killer it deserves twenty-five to life in the local prison.
When I see her, I'm a deer caught in headlights.
I'm frozen, turned to ice, turned to stone.
Her beauty could stun Medusa.
When she smiles at me, I see Heaven.
I talk with God like he's an old friend.
And when she says my name, I melt like the wicked witch,
and fall deeper...and deeper...and deeper...
i remember all of it that afternoon
we cut hearts and stars from foil
we placed the silver ones in the sky
we placed the beating ones on our lips
i know because i felt you like my own breath
that is why I thought you were oxygen
that was the times when matches were lit
that was when my thermometer cracked
i remember it all of that afternoon
you were tearing leaves in the kitchen
you with fingers long and slender
you with french vanilla ice cream nails
i know because in my mind i was licking you
before you ejected a river of tributaries
before we bubbled on to the element
before we merged over an empty pot
i remember that afternoon all of it
the priceless german kitchen knife
the bone cutting diamond hard blade
the slashing beef tongue spiced in cayenne
i know because like helium i floated away
through the blood red tomato coloured air
through the dripping wet haze of rejection
through the liquid salt of hand made wounds
i remember of it all that afternoon
served on a yellow plate of grapes sour
served in the fantasy of yesterday
served in the kindlings of one afternoon