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Time hit me differently,
but don’t pretend you changed.
Wanting me became useless
when every excuse finally ran dry.
Every sacrifice stole my hours,
piece by piece,
until time itself became a debt
you never intended to repay.
Believe me,
I didn’t look back.
I left with my pride intact.
I walked away from everything
you killed inside me.
I left you behind.
You tried to keep me small,
pressed down beneath your weight,
mistaking my patience
for something you could own.
But now I know better.
You will not break me again.
I still carry your secrets.
I know the shape of your worst mistakes.
You played with my weakness,
stripped me of my strength,
and called it love.
One day you’ll see this clearly,
not rewritten, not softened,
exactly as it was.
Go on, replay every memory,
because that's all that’s left of us.
I hold for you, hateful love in my heart
For I do blame, whatever happened, on Fate
I have moved on with life, and so have you
But our story does still make me feel so blue
I hate you because you broke me
You changed me, you scarred me
You did not even have for me, an ounce of pity
Instead, you lashed out at me, with venomous cruelty
All because I was in love with what you represented
A young and charming boy, well educated
With looks that attracted my emotions
With eyes that ignited in me, desirous obsessions
I hate you because you moved away
Caring not about the fact that you covered my alley
With dirt and rubbles, with darkness and demons
Why, I hate you for having imbibed in my heart, stained stones
But I also do love you, for I have come to submit to life
Mind you, such is merely because of my belief in my faith
Yes, I love you and I want to see you prosper
Even if to my messages you never deem it necessary to answer
I want you to master the world, I want you to shine bright
I do hope that I never get to see you in a needy state
I want you to laugh at everything life has to offer
I do pray and ask that your stand, life does deem right to pamper
Yes, I do hatefully love you
I do know that I shall never again see you
Such does make me smile painfully
But in the end, life does merely resume around our duty
I do hatefully love you
Nor a friend are you
Nor an enemy are you
But pray, know that I do hatefully love you!
For Contest Oxymoronic Obsession
Spon: David Lindsay
A Cheating wife,
A man next door,
A tired life,
Tequilla on the floor.
A dead-end job,
A broke home,
My castle robbed,
Of its sacred throne.
Her wounds cut deep,
Her eyes just hate,
She doesn’t feel the heat,
And her period’s late.
I long to solve,
With my own hands,
And leer down at,
A dying man…
She lies to me,
She bathes in sin,
Thinks I don’t se
What she does with him.
I could go,
It hurts to stay,
But somehow I’ll
Make that woman pay.
Ten years gone,
No longer twenty,
She just wants more,
When I gave her plenty.
Another path,
Is mine to play,
She’s not alone,
I can play this game.
So to the city,
And too the bars,
I’ll find another,
I will make my mark.
I’ll find a girl,
Young, fit, and hot,
And do with her
What my wife will not.
And in the end
One day she’ll see
The price of her man,
Is my midnight lady.
That day the pain,
I’ll see in her eyes,
And she’ll know what
Eats at me inside…
It’s like I swim against a current so deadly,
I swing my arms to fight, but it always seems to get me.
For the faces within, familiar and friendly,
but the arms around my neck, that of envy.
For I am the strange, broken one,
who dared live and smile for once.
I am the one who wants to breathe,
so they bury me alive and talk of grief.
For these hands, they’re pulling me down,
they speak of love, yet misery’s crown.
So listen, keep your head up high,
and let us too, see you frown.
For it is a feeling of comfort.
To let go and drown there under.
Though sometimes I sit by myself and wonder,
if love is really real?
Sometimes love is not enough,
Like melting wax on a candle
As it's burns, vanishes into a kiss.
You pour every ounce of love
Hoping that what you give
Will come back to you.
Those that love too much
Are the ones that get hurt,
But,
They're the center of your universe.
Like
An Ocean is not an ocean
Without briny breeze.
The nascent, lulling movements
From its eternal depths;
The seagulls that soar above her surf.
Where the murmur ambience
Above the endless horizon
Meets the indigo sea.
Where the brimming laden stars flicker,
Whirl loud beneath a bright blue sky
And the green blade of the herbal sweet sedge.
Where, in and out the bees, butterflies,
And hummingbird flutter to savor
Nectar from a chalice of fragrance of flowers.
There is no shame in crying tears
Where love is not enough
Fall to the living soul
Mood as gray as the sky,
Which the sun finishes.
Slowly, leisurely with pure contentment
Romance to whom love will be
The taste of wine
And stroll upon her beach alone.
9/9/2019
My tears are all gone
I could never cry
Caught by the sorrow
I’m dying inside
I could not quite forget
The naked goodbye
But always remember
You’re the love of my life
We could not get another chance
To fix our hearts together
You throw everything away
Bury our love forever
So you met someone else
Is she better than me?
Now you put me in sorrow
Left me in misery
I can’t find myself
Don’t know where my trails are
The fear of betrayal
Always comes in my mind
Could I still read my story?
Don’t know what page I’m on
Soon there’s a remedy in heart
I’ll walk with the world again
A cynosure is he for me -
Night’s diamond beaming brilliantly;
The star I search for in the sky.
When seeing it, I have to sigh!
My emerald and red ruby -
A cynosure is he for me.
A pearl washed up from ocean’s floor
Now shining on a moonlit shore.
A sapphire’s sparkle in the sun;
Most beautiful and precious one!
A cynosure is he for me
Though to him - I’m nothing, sadly.
I long to gleam within his sight.
If I but had his dazzling light,
A cynosure for him I’d be!
A cynosure is he for me.
Written June 25, 2016
for the Cynosure Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
As I sit gazing upon the unsympathetic clock.
Wiling away these last few dread filled hours.
Stirring my tea, or is it stirring me?
Confusion reigns.
My weary eyes plummet toward the newest envelope on the oak birthed table.
The Violet Grape Purple one, fore it is pregnant with the last love filled endowments of my now ex-wife.
Before when I had the guiltless luck to call her mine.
Or am I at fault?
Either way the staring envelope is all that reminds me.
Why did you have to come in the post just as I was forgetting?
Just when I was becoming too tired to care, about her presence in my bed , in my soul.
Reap me , tear me, but please don't remind me of her.
Wildflowers and persimmons the power in her laugh.
At long last I can stand no more, I gather the mocking, accursed letter and in a rush in a chair I alight.
By the fire I strain to throw you in.
I pitch back instead, hurtling down, down.
On the floor I weep.
Although today was hard and all your hearts broke a little more,
I no he would've been watching and he'd be so proud of you all ..
I no it's hard and it hurts and it all seems so unfair ,
And all you wish is that you would wake up and he would stil be there..
Some days it is harder than the yesterday and the one before ,and there will be days your going to miss him just that little more ..
And Although the pain of loosing him will never go away, as time goes by you learn to live with it and you all be ok..
Remember just cause you can't see him Dosent mean he isn't there ,
He will give you little signs like a touch on your back or a breeze through your hair ..
Losing some one you love hurts and can be so hard to do , just no I've been there and I no how it feels so if need anything I'm here for you ..xxxx
Do not think of me; go on your solitary way,
search empty valleys or deserted mountain tops.
Or trek towards the seashore. See, the horizons beckon,
ever-shifting, changing, always fluctuating, mutable.
You sucked my soul away: I am an empty husk,
worthless, ineffectual, useless. Move on towards the sun
shining in the high skies but be careful lest
you yourself are burnt away to worthless cinders.
So do not think of me. Move on, be bright
the future is now yours, I'm merely just a past.
Forget me; I'm inexistent for that is my lifeline.
Maybe I'll find a loving soul who loves me true,
but only if you do not think of me.