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Long poem by Teppo Gren | Details |

BIO T J GREN part 04 03 Loving her was another

July 1975, Mount Druitt, Sydney, Australia

Everything in my life seemed to be in place now and going beautifully. The most important part which had been missing in my life, love, had now been fulfilled. It seemed incredible that only three weeks had passed since I had met Johanna. Those three weeks had been the most wonderful time of my life. And what was even better, was that even more wonderful togetherness was still to come. I was feeling excit-ed and ecstatic. We were still in the beginning stages of our relationship and I could hardly wait how our love would grow into a deeper, more meaningful and intimate togetherness. 

But after three weeks of dating Johanna something seemed to go wrong at a time when she had just moved into her own rental apartment in Burwood. I always took her home after folk dancing practice on Wednesdays, but this time she said that she didn’t need a lift. I was surprised and even more so I was disappointed. After we finished practice there was a white Holden station wagon with black curtains covering the side windows waiting for her. She got in the car and the car took off. I did not see who was driving it.

It was a clear message, but I didn’t realize it fully until the next day. I felt uneasy throughout the night, and the same uneasiness continued and increased during the day at work. At lunchtime I left the build-ing site at Parramatta and drove to Burwood to see Johanna to confront her as to what was going on and why I felt so ill at ease. I went to the door of Johanna’s apartment and knocked on the door but there was no reply. I knew that Johanna didn’t have a job, so I thought she must just be out somewhere. I thought I would wait around near Burwood and come back to try again in a little while. I went to a café for a drink. It was my lunchtime but I didn’t order anything to eat as the uneasy feeling I had was get-ting worse and took away my appetite. After a while I wondered back to Johanna’s apartment building outside of which I parked my car again. That’s when I saw the white Holden station wagon with the black curtains covering the side windows. Now I got really worried. I went up to Johanna’s apartment and knocked on the door. Again there was no reply, but I thought I heard a noise from inside indicating that she was there. I kept on knocking and finally Johanna came to open the door. She was wearing a robe although it was already past midday.

I told Johanna the reason I had come to see her. That I was feeling uneasy about her leaving like that the previous evening and that I needed to understand what was going on. Johanna said that I came at a bad time. At the same time I heard a sound of movement in the bedroom and it all became clear to me. I had caught Johanna at a bad time because she was having sex with another guy. I was devastated. She ex-plained that the previous night had been a direct message from her to indicate what was happening. We didn’t continue the discussion any further and she said it would be best for me to leave. I was happy to do so. I had to get out of there. I had made a fool of myself. I felt so stupid. I was being courteous with her not making sexual advances. Now I realized how stupid I was. That’s what she had wanted and ex-pected.

Many different feelings were going through my head as I got back to work. I was disappointed. I felt stupid. I felt betrayed. I felt anger. I felt anger towards Johanna for doing this to me, for not saying what she wanted from me. I felt anger at myself for being so stupid, naïve and inexperienced. I felt dis-traught for losing the feeling of love which I had for so long sought. I felt pain for having my dreams shattered.

Back at the building site I was stripping the formwork from a meter high concrete wall. The vertical tim-ber supports were slightly longer than a meter and went over the formwork plywood. Instead of using the crowbar as it was supposed to be used, I used it like a baseball bat with all my force to bang the sup-port timbers with the end of the crowbar to send them flying. I was angry. I was in pain. Letting out steam physically gave only slight relief. I felt the pain of love: I was burnt and hurt. I had started to learn about love from Johanna but being the fool I was, I was expecting happiness ever after between us: blissfulness and togetherness. But it was all a lie. My heart was not strong enough to take a lot of pain and thus it was left wounded and scarred. Fittingly, in 1975 the Nazareth hit “Love hurts” was released and played on the radio expressing the emotions I felt on this July day.

"love hurts, love scars, 
love wounds, and mars,
any heart, not tough,
or strong, enough
to take a lot of pain,
take a lot of pain
love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

I'm young, I know,
but even so
I know a thing, or two
I learned, from you
I really learned a lot,
really learned a lot
love is like a flame
it burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

some fools think of happiness
blissfulness, togetherness
some fools fool themselves I guess
they're not foolin' me

I know it isn't true, 
I know it isn't true
love is just a lie, 
made to make you blue
love hurts, ooh,ooh love hurts
ooh,ooh love hurts

I know it isn't true, 
I know it isn't true
love is just a lie, 
made to make you blue
love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts
ooh ooh love hurts
ooh ooh..."

That wonderful feeling of falling in love had now been shattered and turned into shear misery. Same as two years ago when Kimberley had rejected with her lovely letter, I did not want my mother, or anyone else for that matter, to see the pain was I was feeling. I kept the pain within me and I didn’t want any-one to know: I did not cry. But deep within me I was screaming from pain. My heart was crying: it was crying profusely. For three weeks I had been happy. Now all I had left was the heartache and pain.

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |

Flying With Wax Wings

Is it time again
Is this another day again
where I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
to describe my grievance with the Sorceress
named Sarah...
No...not this time
Is it time again
is this another day when
I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
rejoicing how much in love I was with Sarah my Sorceress
No...not this time
she's not mine anymore
Was she truly mine to begin with
I don't really know
I don't think I ever really did
but it doesn't matter
cause in defiance to everyone who told me to forget
in defiance to those who told me to grow up and move on
in defiance to myself
I begin my ode to Sarah
Traditional, this is not one
They, the people
they've all heard the tales
my strives to be with you
my lessons to hold you
my ends to forget you
my means to erase, detach you from me
but it's all been an attempted failure
like plankton stealing a krabby patty
like Icarus flying with wax wings
I'm just a failure
a loser
I was crowned so
after a movie date gone awry with you
or do you remember
I can never forget
Where is the sense in all of this
I have no clue
All I know, well I know nothing
I'm miserable without you
I'm a fluctuating time bomb with you
I can't stand you
I love you
I want to push you off a cliff
I want to hold you and never let go
just to remember, just to know
what I felt four years ago was true
what I felt four years ago was real
Sarah, how did us become so wrong
Sarah, will you admit you were stolen from me
Sarah, how can you not remember you were stolen from me
Sarah, believe me...
Sarah, do you even remember me...
I once held you so close to my heart
Sarah, do you even remember me...
No...you've barely spoken my name since I was forced to leave
only to get a rise out of me
leading me on, building me up
sending your knights out to slay the dragon of me
sending your vikings out to slay me
sending your pirates out to burn me to the ground
sending your vultures out to make sure I would be laid deceased
Are you satisfied
I lay deceased
Are you happy
here I am depressed
and yet here I still defend your name
while I curse it just the same
(sigh)  Selena...
I can say it like a man
I can take it like a man
I can stand up and be a man
to fall back down and be a kid again
I loved you
you were everything to me
you were...everything
but everything is now nothing
and that's I guess is me now
I'm sick of everyone telling me
holding on is unhealthy
I'm sick of everyone telling me
to grow up and get over
be a man and move on
when they cannot fathom how much I tried to
move on, ignore, fast forward
but like a scratched up CD
I lagged, I skipped forward and back
trying to keep my head on straight
bent in and out of shape
built a castle and moat in quick sand
everything just to...just to...
just to get away
but I lost all the battles
lost the war
I spent my entire freshman year of high school
just to detach and latch on
to hope
to hope maybe one day I could hold you again
to hope maybe I'll never see you again
So I guess one scenario came true
and I guess another truth is a wish untrue
Sarah...Sarah the Sorceress...Sarah my Sorceress...
I miss you...
I hate you...
I love you...
I get depressed everytime I talk to you
everytime I think you about you
you were my happiness
you were my everything
you were...you were...
I once said forever...
I once promised you my whole life...
but like rusty flowers
my promises have withered and flown away
So do I say goodbye this day
or do I hold onto you tightly
May 22nd,2009...
our first and last kiss
do I hold onto you tightly
in my mind...

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Organic Gratitude

Eastern stars light our responsibility
to ease ridiculously democratic suffering of Other.
Western horizons speak not of suffering
much less death as inevitable failure.

Dark horizons speak of pain,
and how to avoid it through Other as ourselves.

Eastern lights speak through gratitude
while Western dialects flow full ego-powered self-love.
Yet, in either case,
belief in trust meets feeling co-empathic
nutritional flows of patterned rhythm,

Eastern powers endorse political becoming of mindful midway relationships,
where Western gravity pulls toward ponderous efficiency
pounding out our own manifestly autonomous destiny.

We were wrong to aspire toward effectiveness
in absence of maturing mindfulness,
preforming our intent
as discerned through daily practices of consciousness.

An empty economic effectiveness cart
leads our politically suffering horse
without grace.
Empty cart-drawn horses
suboptimized power of potential ecoconscious balance,
bound to backward stumble.

It feels wrong to lose grace of present gratitude
in pursuit of love's insured future effectiveness.
Gratitude attitude,
affective midway gestalt
essential to growing empathic trust capacity for love,
for mutual erotic pleasure
and agapic creativity,
mutual political grace with beauty,
body laughter with creative minds
celebrating health-inspiring life.

We evolve wrong to become so satiated by our effectiveness
we swim in delusion that we will avoid feeling pain
by ignoring universal suffering.

As we grow in capacity to integrate gratitude with suffering re-membered,
we will emerge a species embarrassed to allow delusions of suffering alone.

Suffering, like gratitude,
could become radically egalitarian,
reflecting no more or less than our separateness;
and it is this egalitarian separateness of ego identities
that entices us toward gratitude for hope
that you will notice and care for me as my extended family,
and I for you and our extending co-empathic trust as family
flying solidarity of suffering remembered
back to twined roots articulating
feeding polypathic ecoconsciousness
of Eastern stars with Western horizons.

Last remnants of a tattering Industry Evolution,
this Last PreMillennial ReGeneration
passes a too toxic baton as gift-gratitude-forward.
Nakedly embarrassed with fumbling ineptitude,
precisely where we had prayed so earnestly for powerful co-redemption.
Yet perhaps we also flirt with delusion that we did not do our best
with allowing our Cooperative PowerHorse to lead
whether our cart was recessively empty of gratitude
or abundantly overloaded with suffering.

But now,
these PostMillennial ReGenerators,
first tier of ReVolution's Golden Age,
will continue to learn ecosystemic health regeneration
through small and great suffering/gratitude transitions.

This is our call to vocation,
to holiness,
to grateful suffering with Earth's recycling passions,
to regenerate Earth's emptying cart of nurturing produce,
to watch and listen,
to sing and march and dance,
to understand and incarnate
how and why and when we are most grateful to Become this Earth,
simulcast anthem echoing through each cell and cellphone,
across every heart and lap and laptop,
every radio and monitor
in every prison,
every asylum,
every shelter,
every school and capital and mind,
every tear in every eye a suffering tear of gratitude
for belonging to each naked Other,
investing in each Other's respect
by caring for ourselves as each Other,
as one EarthTribe.

We can do this;
as we become this wilderness world together
bound by relentlessly effective gratitude.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Feels Like Another Sleepless Night

Verse 1:
I should've been careful what I wished for 
I know there's bound to be another open door
Of many opportunities
That could replace my nightmarish memories 
Not everything is black and white, you see?
I wake up with no one by my side...can't you see that I'm not riding the waves of ecstasy?

I was the one that you adore
You were the one that I adore
Feels like my life is wasting away
Feels like another miserable day
Without you 
To carry me through the night
Without you
Giving me the wings of flight 
Oh oh ooh oooooh

I should've be careful what I wished for
What I wished for
My wish was to stay with you for the rest of my life
I ran out of luck and I ran for my life...all my life...
I ran for my precious life...
Away from the insidious strife 
My heart is constantly racing...it keeps on hesitating...
I'm scared to death because you don't love me enough 
My mind's happy state is fading...fading...
I'm not prepared for another day to pretend to act tough 

You walked away and slammed the door
You walked away and said no more...no more...
My heart pounds with pitiful pain and more 
My heart is bleeding out because it's sore...
Ever since you left me in the dust,
I'm the penny that's reduced to rust
You took away sweet sleep from my eyes...
Feels like another sleepless night filled with truths and lies...

Verse 2:
Feeling myself fall apart all because of the heartless things you've said to me 
Feeling myself scorch into flames all because you laughed at me as if I'm the one gone crazy
Am I crazy for being the way I am?
Am I crazy for being a gullible lamb?
I should've be careful what I wished for
What I wished for
My wish was to stay with you for the rest of my life
I ran out of luck and I ran for my life...all my life...
I ran for my precious life...
Away from the insidious strife 
Oh oh ohh ooooh
I'm scared to death
I'm scared out of my wits...I'm out of breath...
I'm not prepared for another day to pretend to act tough
I guess my way of expressing love wasn't enough 
Oh ohh ohh oooooh 


Verse 3:
I was the one that you adore
You were the one that I adore
But that changed in a blank of an eye
All along, I was living a cruel, unforgiving lie

I won't let myself down by letting you win this round...I will keep fighting until I feel like I'm done
I shall not wear a frown; instead, I should smile away the grief
You fled away in deep dismay, knowing you and I won't work out in the long run 
I shall not lose hope right now, for God will give me plenty of relief
Oh so much relief...
Possibly, he can drown away the negativity 
He can feed me desirable positivity instantly 


I'm wide awake and I don't know why...
Dying to understand the reason why
Feels like another sleepless night 
I'm praying for the sake of healing my heartache...
Trying to will the pain away
My life is close at stake
Without anyone to embrace...
Come on, someone hit the brake
I'm breaking into pieces, knowing that I'm left without a trace
I'm left without a trace
Reflect my tiresome, grief-stricken face
Wishing for His grace and love to shower me down just in case

Now, I'm being careful with what I wish for
My last wish is to find that special someone in store
I will never regret, telling You what I wish for
Unfortunately, it feels like another sleepless night
I will probably regret, losing sleep over the one I did adore 
Luckily, my beloved Father will lead me with His vibrant light...now, everything's black and white

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by bahram sediqi | Details |

tell my blond dream

i dont know who is she i dont know where is she from i dont know what is she doing i dont know where is she leaving but if you saw her please tell her:
youre hair remind me of sunshine*you are perfect but its just fine                                      you are the shimmer of coldest night*date palms feel jealous of your height
the ocean of your eyes is so deep*the color of red roses is a lone from your lips
if being with you is not fair*hang me with a peace of your hair                                             hoping to reach you make me smile*the best wishes for you and your regrets are mine
hoping to reach you make me over come my fears* tell her that her holy voice is like music to my ears
just imagining that you are here*makes my eyes the river of tears                                  tell her that her love is like flood*without her love i prefer to get sink in my blood
tell her that her love had filled my vessels*without her i prefer to cut this vessels                          tell her that i dream about her every night*tell her that her love makes me fly on night
the heat of her breath is burning my soul*her love wont let me sleep like a night owl                 
what if getting sink the ocean of her eyes is crime?i will burn in fire till the end of time                if reaching her is so cruel*i will dream about her like a fool
her eyes are like ocean not like a pool*i will try to reach her till my lifes glass become full           if one day i reach her oasis*i will over come my crisis
this world has always made me screw*theres lots of problems i cant pass through                i dont want to know that is my dream is false or true*just tell me will my tall blond dream come true
the reason i dont speak is not shiness*if i approach her i will break my silence           if she reach my heart walls*the walls of my castle falls
tell her that her love had destroyed my resistance* tell her that without her i dont want this existance           
how can i make my self satisfied with some drink*when her love made my heart to shrink             without her i cant sing i cant dance i cant think*if you know her please tell me some thing
shes the only flower of the spring*tell her that my tears are like a spring                   im asking her from fortune to bring*these rose gardens are her foot print
i can hear her name from canary that sings*im asking fortune to bring her to my ring                my only dream has blue eyes*with my dream even hell is nice
oceans feel jealous of her eyes*if sun see her hair it wont rise               words are not enough to explain her so they lies*shes price less but treasures have price
shes greater than black holes and hawkings explanation*she had destroyed the borders of my imagination
tell her that my heart is empty of temptation*its filled with best dreams and sensation             
 you are not lovely you are the meaning of love the perfection*if this whole world is ugly you are the only exception
you are the perfectness you are the heat of the fire*the ocean of your eyes had filled my heart with desire
my heart is burnt with your fire*so the ocean of your eyes should be admired           if i said your the highest it can be im a lier*cause you are a million time higher
tell her that me and the night are both lonely*cause shes the best shes the one shes the only    tell her that the beauty of her eye brow*is a million time more than rainbow  
the wind in her hair has perfect smell*the smell that is alot more than i can tell

Copyright © bahram sediqi | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |


(Sigh) well here it goes, let's take this slow
the steady flow of emotions and my thoughts are fighting, bitter rivals
the arrival time of a masterpiece unknown
I've been hit with a tidal wave of sadness and I...
I don't know what to say nor do
like I'm standing in a field of poisoned flowers
staring, stunned, still
watching Rea, the strongest girl I know
watching Rea, a pampered, protective, rich yet ordinary girl
watching Rea, a girl I just met only two days before
in horror, in awe, in complete shock 
fall from a cliff, a perfect scene for a slow motion movie
the last thing she heard before nature cut her stomach open
was my call for her name like somehow my calling could 
maybe save her
but I'm just calling for my regret
since the last thing she saw before her eyes went dark
was my worried frantic expression, I
just an immovable object as she collapsed...
collapsed in front of me
Oh, rain come devour me
Oh, rain be my hero but nothing can drown out the sound 
of me calling out her name, like somehow yelling for her to answer
would bring Rea back but what can I do....
(Sigh) well here it goes, let's take this slow
the steady flow of emotions and my thoughts are fighting, bitter rivals
the arrival time of a masterpiece unknown
I've been hit with a tidal wave of sadness and I...
I don't know what to say nor do
like I'm holding the very girl I love
her name sounding so sweet to the world...Kanade...
I want her to stay with me forever
but she pushes away, only to tell me calmly she's only here with me
because she wants to say 'thank you' for...my heart is...beating inside of her
Mortified I try to put rhyme to reason through her explanation
I nearly fall to my knees, holding back tears for her not to see
and as I much as I love her voice, my name passing through her lips
it's enough to make me cringe from excitement 
but I know what she means
Kanade, I scream, I just can't...I can't, I don't want you to disappear from me
and she just smiles with her big anime eyes
asking me to just let her believe what I showed her how life can be...
so here we embrace for the last time at least for awhile
Though I don't want to, I'm reciting my speech
not caring if she can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks
I don't want her to leave...please Kanade I want you to stay
but all she says left with a big smile on her face
'Thank you for loving me, thank you for giving my life to me'
and she evaporates from my arms without warning
Kanade! ! ! I can't help but shout the sky...she...was...
(Sigh) well here it goes, let's take this slow
the steady flow of emotions and my thoughts are fighting, bitter rivals
the arrival time of a masterpiece unknown
I've been hit with a tidal wave of sadness and I...
I don't know what to say nor do
like I'm just standing in a river, unable to move
staring up at the sky, wondering why after coming all this way
wondering why in bold letters
would you, the universe, give me happiness
give me someone to love, have that very someone love me
my own red-haired beauty
to allow me to be crushed by the weight of metaphoric machinery 
as she's taken away back to the stars and gravity
2.3 million light years far away from me...
and why is it today of all days 
am I plagued with this overwhelming sadness

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details |

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~FAMOUS LAST LINE CONTEST EXAMPLE~ ORIGINAL POEM Before the rain fell and the sky's rainbow set the scenery, I had a day that will never cease my mind. The center of my core fell into a creek by the cottage and drifted down slowly into rigid waters. All of your affection dwindled like a a soft Spring snowflake.. melting..melting...melting... Considering your disregard, my loneliness was expected. Now, a part of me seems to be missing... ….a part of you. Our light bulb went dim, and our white turned grey, all within one hour of time. Perceptions of consequences decided upon your actions left my warmth arrested by your cold. How will I live without you? My tenderness is dripping slowly into soft memories we shared.. half of my heart is yours... ...half of my heart is lost. You've searched for your puzzle pieces, and I thought I was the one who would make you whole. All I was to you was a mess you had to clean up. Underneath the picture lays a broken mirror. So broken the broom slid right through it with ease. You left me with such ease.. Seven years of misery and distress to come. Women are supposed to love wholeheartedly, And partners are supposed to reflect like prisms radiating into.... …..their lovers soul. Behind my sternum and between my ribs, my heart has almost been emptied. Oh, how I regret letting you borrow my essence my internal bosom God gifted to me thinking it was all yours. My tenderness is dripping slowly into soft memories we shared... ...half of my heart is yours... ...half of my heart is lost... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NEW POEM ...half my heart is lost, and half of my heart is still yours. After the scenery of our broken rainbow aligned the stars that night, you just couldn't believe in me. I am at fault. This is all because of my doing. The truth became my misery and my misery became your hell. Do you really feel that way? Do you really think I am better off alone? Alone...alone...alone... Regardless of our misconceptions, I truly believed you were the one... ...my one...my only... Now I'm frightened and lonely. After the thunder but before the lightening, our branches flew like a tornado. I was your tornado. I swarmed around and around and I could never let you go... without the reasons I needed you. You won't admit it but you needed me too. There are no more hello's and quite too many goodbyes and my life is a whispering willow tree starving for rain. You were my rain. We started off as little seedlings and grew into a strong yellow lily within three months. It was too much and too fast for our reality to be sacred. I gave you my core and you smashed it and threw it away. Now, I will never be whole again. My tenderness is dripping slowly into soft memories we shared... ...half my heart is yours... ...half my heart is lost... ~Written By: Laura Loo~ ~Date Written: February 26, 2016~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Anna Lo | Details |


? ...GONE... ?

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..

I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..

If you're lonely and your heart feels empty, 
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..

Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..

Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..

Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..

What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...

They say relationships are like glass 
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.

Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness 
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..

I'm tired my Beloved.. 
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..

So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..

Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo

P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?

(re-edited letter)

Copyright © Anna Lo | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |

Chameleon Colors

Disappointment, the pure supreme king has appointed 
this failure as prince
the downfall of deception, never present
For a moment, all seemed to be a lyrical epic
a stone to float upon a bed of feathers
transformed to a feather weighted by stones
How distasteful, how many moons must disaster commence
luck was thought to be in season but why contest it
no answer given says the boy turning man
attempting to storm the doors of happiness
pleading for its consent
the boy turning man recklessly searches for love
creating a barricade of flowers and paper hearts
cradling a gemstone manifested into a human being
A jester, a joker in a deck of cards
the losing hand in a game of poker
a subtle royal flush in the reduction to the level of dogs
demanding and expecting a teasing peek under the dress
of the queen of hearts held in such high regard
Second best has always been the label outside his quarters
the boy turning man but yet to the queen, he wants to be more
though his latest fall has him believing himself to be nothing
His word, his promises, his virtues are his life blood
and sadistically mindlessly he, the sun, melted them like snow
This isn't some ploy for attention, this is venting he says
as he proceeds to punch his prison walls till knuckles bleed
wondering if he pulled the tape from his lips hard enough
would his mouth follow suit to make him mute
The queen, she's worth the world in diamonds at least in thoughts
and in response, she was treated like another common metal
Over zealous, he craved to recreate a previous perfect setting
but his mind turned static as his lips mimicked the frequency
the annoying frequency buzzing like flies behind his eyes
'I'm sorry' echos up to the queen's chambers
though it sadly will never be enough
the problem lies with him, the problem is unclear
Invincible, no, never again
Invisible, perhaps forevermore
deserves, it's what he's earned
his chameleon colors changing from a happy royal purple
to a sad, shameful nightly color
Oh dear queen, please hear my plea, he says desperately
he says I meant you no disgrace, I just forgot my place
desired what another was receiving
when the disease of jealousy slowly bested me
Oh dear queen, can we meet at least a gaze
so I can know you've somehow forgiven me he says
I'm truly sorry
but the queen breaks not her silence
only her paint brush
for she was painted before golden for her strength, her heart
now her outer coat sheds and bears only a blank mirror
since now, to him the boy turning man
she's invisible if only for the time being
and in her wake, he can only reveal
his own sadness engulfing him like flames...

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

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