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This poem is about loving someone.. so fiercely, and severely. Loving them so much, that even though/or if they don’t love you back—you still love them with every piece of you. ///
The stars aligned, together we fell from one
Holding my eyes as I descend into darkness, fate led me to you.
Now, you hold my heart, my eyes, my future. I am left vulnerable and bare.
But, thats okay.
Although you cannot, will not, or do not love me back— this hollow in my chest, occupied by your specter, holds proof.
Proof that I can do hard things
I have done them before
And I will wait till you whisper,
That you love me once more
The saying is:
I think,
therefore I am.
So,
if I don't think,
then therefore I am not.
Does this apply,
to the corpse I see,
laid in that casket.
Her hands, tight round nettles,
that carry no flowers or buds,
and make her hands burn and hiss.
But she is not thinking,
so she doesn't feel the pain.
Rather, the flesh,
begins to rot,
off her, and her dress,
is stained with blood.
That dress. The one,
her loved ones picked out
for her.
I'm sure it's a lovely thing,
probably fashioned from a bolt of silk,
and stitched together with care.
But now it is stained,
and no one removed the nettle,
from her hands.
So maybe you should think before you leap,
but don't think to hard,
or else,
before you are even put to rest
the entire thing
has rotted away.
My Friend
Sometimes I am my only friend.
Sometimes only Jesus is my friend.
But some friends that I've had are gone.
Some are dead, some just said so long.
You see lately, I feel very much alone.
And sadly, it causes my heart to turn to stone.
The only friend that I do want, no longer wants me.
The love got lost for she just will not see.
Um, ooops, I was in a very bad way this day evidently. Because I just finished this poem with a vulgar rant of how I was feeling at that time. Hmmm, not the best way to wrap up this exercise huh? :) lol Oh well, life goes on and I've made some new friends since then and the sun came out the next day or whenever. It may have been cloudy that next day, call your local meteorologist if you want to know for sure. :) I hope your sun is shining where ever you are today. Love Leslie. <3 :)
Note: Day 7 of writing exercise.
You can’t. You don’t. You won’t. You dare?
If you really knew me, you would not have asked.
You would have known but I am a chameleon.
What you see is my demure, discreet, sedate side.
The one I bring to work; not the one I live in nightclubs.
Of course I am kidding! I titter, and we both laugh.
She laughs, relieved, because the thought of a wild me
is too weird for her dendrite field to fully handle.
I laugh because at a primal, guttural, ugly, selfish level, I am a secret.
Taking my true self out on weekends, daring Mr. Goodbar to get me.
She gives me a hug. Says something bane, boring, prim, prissy, ugly-normal.
My evil, devil-may-care, raunchy risk-taking side smirks, making fun of her for that.
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Let it sink in
I don't know the answer
I don't know who you are
I don't know myself
I don't know how to get there
I don't know her
I don't know you that well
I don't know the next step
I don't know the answer
Or maybe I do
What if I am pretending
What if not knowing is my way of controlling you
Not having to take responsibility
What if I just want to see what you know
What if I am practicing to become a politician
Or maybe it's true
I don't know
I don't know who you are
I would like to
Really I would
What if we spent more time together
I think that would help
What if you opened up a bit more
What if I listened more
That's not always easy
I'm still trying to figure out myself
That's right
I don't know myself
There are times I think I do
When I think I have figured me out
What if I'm deluding myself
What if I can't handle the truth
What if I need some time alone, to figure it out
What if I don't know, how to get there from here
I could ask for directions
Then what kind of man would I be
What if it would be okay, to question myself
To be able to say
I don't know
I don't have the answers
What if like you, I'm just trying to figure it out
What if, I know myself better than I think
What if it's my way, of protecting myself
When I was young
A girl said "I don't know you that well"
Still she wanted to be with me
Not because she wanted to know me better
It was a hunger we both felt
I don't know her anymore
I didn't know her then
What if I had said no
Had not gone down that road to losing myself
What if I had waited
Waited, till I knew myself
Just a little better
I don't know
And yes sometimes I do
What if "I don't know" is the excuse I used
To do the things
I wanted to do
What if by saying, "I don't know the next step"
I wasn't responsible
I didn't have to take the blame
I could have waited
But I didn't want to
I don't know
I don't know
But
What if
I did
What if I do
I don't know
But
What if
What if it's all nothing but a game
I don't know
Still round and round I go
What if
I stopped
I don't know
I just don't know!
Four cute books in a row
Brought me a rainbow
So much so that I have
To sit with them now
And compose the show
The first one a moon
With her sweet smile
Sprouts up the leaves
Hold them in my chest
I am there on a crest
In the second smile
Was the river Nile
Gestured me a kiss
Came a deep thrill
Hand in hand the heal
In the third smile
Stood the fountain
From the running train
Held it in my eyes
Fresh paddy and rice
In the fourth one
Under the cap brown
Birds called in joy
Helen in Troy
I wore a crown
The books in four hues
Colors just for you
_______________________
The damp night had brought a pearly dawn
Lush green grass stood ankle deep late morn
And there glistening sleek stood a brand new Rolls
In chocolate brown metallic, over seamless gold.
A group of people are looking on,
It must have cost a good deal said one, come on!
It cost ten thousand the young man said
There were intakes of breath, and the shaking of heads.
I am just back from the states another man said
Over there that’s $25,000, the conversation went dead.
The year is now 2010; $10,000 would not buy a Mercedes-Benz
Or even a small Ford (with extra on loan) or it might pay you
8 months rent, it’ll depend on your “zone”.
© Joe Maverick 29-09-2010
Every movement—
A tick—
A wrinkle—
Tears a new one in a heart that
Beats to heal
And how I feel
I feel others there
They want a piece of it
They want to see how it heals
So they can break it again
To own what I am
To own what I think
What I love
It is
A lion's gaze into an endless abyss
As fears resurface,
Desire devours
We pray for safety
But we beg for danger to be rid
Of the monotonous pain
We laugh till life calls to arms
Our suffering game
Why can't tears be for the brave?
Why can't hands hold the lonely?
Blooming the bruised damages
Why can't fear fuel the helpless?
Why can't hate succumb to acceptance?
I am never alone
But I am a slave
To the storms of sadness—
Hope is so easy—
Hope is so easy!
But what if reality can't live up?
What if I don't live up?
Will the gaze be up to the heavens
While I crumbled with the worms?
Will I look into your eyes one day
And see that the love once there has fled?
And will I spend the rest of my days
Chasing the clouds of your affection
Only to face thorny dead ends?
—We are monsters of possibility—
From the stalks of our successes
To the roots of our futility
April 27, 2018
Each year I get a letter
To make sure that I’m not dead.
There must be other ways
To check that info out, instead.
It’s from the T.R.S.*, which holds
Retirement accounts,
Keeping track of teachers’ monies
In their varying amounts.
I guess that sometimes people die
And relatives or friends
Pretend that person’s still alive
To claim those dividends.
So I have to take a picture
Of my government I.D.,
Plus a photo of a newspaper
That’s being held by me.
The headline must be visible
To ascertain the date
And I have to sign a form that says
I’m living and not late.
With A.I. and technology,
It seems that such a shot
Must be easy for someone to fake,
But maybe it is not.
At any rate, I sent the forms
And hope when they arrive,
Whoever checks them out will see
That I am still alive.
*Teachers’ Retirement System
The first word that comes to mind is infatuation.
We connect.
Plan and simple.
It's romantic type notion.
I admit I've tried to forget.
Yet the more I recall.
The more I acknowledge that what I felt and feel as true.
I look forward to find myself looking right at you.
I look left to find myself right back at the same circumstance.
Nothing fills my mind.
My time quite like you do.
I thought selfconsciously soon I'll forget.
But the more I try, the more I find myself torn.
I do the exact opposite.
It's not at all intrusive.
In fact I welcome it.
From time to time.
I've allowed complete and utter surrender.
As it's the only time I see you.
Your smile.
Your insight to aspiration.
I've pushed you to where I've always seen you.
And physically it's killing me.
Your well being is all I think about.
The time it took to admit time is but a stepping stone.
And we but mere moments.
I tell myself time and time again
Let go.
But the only thing missing is validity.
Moderation competes with repetition.
I can only distract myself so long until your thought arrives.
Never to leave;
A pattern expressed in pure emotion.
A scar left unhealed.
Out of the sincerity left undone.
My heart ponders.
And for a breif second I am happy.
Perhaps happier than I have ever been.
A familiar song that hoops and hollers down a familiar street.
A familiar face in an unfamiliar place.
Rationally you've revealed a part of me that I never wanted to let go.
The possibility of what if.
A glimpse of an familiar face.
If only in thought.
The memory of exploring an unknown place and loving every minute of it