I WILL or WILL I??
It was me who was there, when they laid you bare
On your Mother’s cheek
I saw her weep, her bosom seep
As they spirited you away
while her teats suppurate
And her heart quaked
I witnessed the distress, when they opened Your chest
And striped your back, once they saw that you lacked
Fear, Dread and Fright
And they tried to extinguish your light, diminish your Might
Tried to slash your eyes, and halve down your size
Out of despise-ing you
Thereby despise-ing
Their-Selves
I had a front row seat
Watched Her labor to defeat,
Stamp and Trample
The very heart of you
Because the sheer force of you
And very thought of you
Was an affront to her
And your Heart’s existence
Was her inconsistence
And your Subsistence
It was Me beseen
who cleansed your feet in the stream
who unbound your wrists, unfurled your fists
re-sheathed your dagger
uprighted your stagger
settled your fever
bewitched your foes
scatter the crows
Nourished your dreams
reStitched your seams
Cheered you in Earnest
Soothed your furnace
And when the Masses Demand
Who will bear the Pain of this Man
I shall raise my hand
and say
“I WILL” [I, Magdalene]
Categories:
inconsistence, men,
Form: Free verse
The way his perfectly messy hair
falls upon the back of his head
with his breathtaking smile
that knocks me dead.
He could captivate a crowd
with just his dimples and laugh,
but you couldn't understand
from just a photograph.
He texts me once,
he calls me twice,
always checking up on me,
and always ready with advice.
He acts like he cares,
he asks about my day.
Little did I know
he would eventually send me away.
We'll talk one day,
and we won't the next.
And after two months without talking,
I'll wake up to a text.
"How are you?" he'll say
as if we'd talked the day before.
The inconsistence is painful.
I can't take it anymore.
Mixed signals are tough,
How am I supposed to know
whether you like me or not?
Just tell me so I can go.
I feel like I'm trapped.
But when I try to move on,
he doesn't leave me alone,
it seems like he'll never be gone.
He tells me I'm his "Dream Girl"
but won't show me to his friends
He tells me he wants me
but says I'm a "nine" not a "ten".
It's been four months now,
without a single call or text,
and I guess he has a new girlfriend,
but who knows what will happen next.
Categories:
inconsistence, break up, farewell, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
How it lasted,
How it went.
Should we consider
What was spent?
Even birds
And the bees
Make mistakes
And lean on trees.
What have I
That allows
Inconsistence
In what's allow'd?
Fickle wish,
Hot desire.
My teasing mind,
What I admire.
I wander,
Circling,
I chase myself:
Following.
Death causes me
Not to turn,
But embrace.
I again yearn.
Loving arms
Calling me.
I search for them,
But can't see.
Without sight,
Blindly moving.
No more flight:
I am lost.
How it lasted,
How it went.
More than just living
Life was spent.
Categories:
inconsistence, hope, life, loss, love
Form: Verse