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Open your eyes,, It's time to wake up!,
Dreams come to life,, They're no longer stuck,
You've questioned decisions,, Oh, so many times,
When inferiority crept in with fear in your eyes,
That fear of being too careful will no longer do,
It will stunt your growth, and keep you from new,
Intimidation states your not good enough,
It's held you back many times and made you give up,
Dear Heart,, so tired of just living inside,
You were meant to come out and be alive,
You've allowed circumstances and people to damage your heart,
While inside you knew that this is not who you are,
Do not hide any longer, It's time to come out,
Remove the fear, get rid of that doubt!
I accidentally let one loose
in places you wouldn't imagine
last Sunday I left out a silent one in church
it must not of smelled too bad, cause no one noticed
while shopping at walmart
a little one squeaked it's way out
thank goodness i was in the clothing department
and not the grocery
someone might of thought the food was spoiled
the best one of all
was a silent, but deadly one
that built up for a long time
and finally exploded in the car
all windows went down
talk about a wakeup call
although it's freezing weather here
it was like the fart was frozen in mid air
So be careful who you sit by in church,
go grocery shopping with and
who you travel with in a car
You can never be too careful
of a little thing called gas
that can make a grand appearance or
a grand finale
The air shifts.
Not colder, just wrong.
Like the room exhales without me,
Like it knows something now
It didn’t want to know.
The cushion beneath me feels damp,
Though I haven’t moved.
My skin prickles but
Not from shame, but
From exposure,
Like I’ve peeled something back
That was never meant to be touched.
Your eyes don’t widen.
They narrow in calculation.
Scanning for cracks,
Maybe for signs of weakness.
Not searching for me, but for damage.
I smell the faint trace of your shampoo
Sweet, clean, familiar and suddenly
It makes me nauseous.
Too gentle for this moment.
Too far from where I am.
My mouth tastes like copper.
The words I said still sit on my tongue
Like blood from a bitten lip.
I swallow hard and it doesn't help.
The taste stays,
Metallic and sour, like regret that’s already curdled.
I want to rinse it out, but it’s inside me now.
The silence isn’t quiet. It hums.
Like the inside of a car after the engine cuts,
When everything feels too loud and too still
All at once.
I hear your breath
Too measured, Too careful,
Like you’re afraid even your exhale might shatter me.
It’s caution, not kindness.
My shirt sticks to my back,
The sweat being watched like a specimen.
Like I’ve become a case study in grief.
I feel the fabric cling like a second skin
I didn’t choose.
I feel my body betray me.
I see your posture shift.
Not away yet not toward.
The shift Just enough to make me feel like I’ve changed shape
And you’re recalibrating.
A half-inch of hesitation that says everything.
Like you’re trying to decide if I’m still the same person you sat down with.
There’s no comfort here and
No warmth.
Just the echo of what I said bouncing off walls that
Used to feel safe.
Now they feel like mirrors, reflecting back a version of me
I didn’t mean to show.
And you’re looking at her
Like she’s someone else.
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I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.
Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me;
you were not invited to partake of my produce!
Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard? Your sticky secretions make me itch; I do not want you in my cabbage.
Mr. Beetle, I gave no permission for your party; your rowdy friends must go. They won’t allow my beans to grow.
Ms. Wood betony, you may stay; your nutty flavor and fresh dandelion leaves, will enhance my garden salad. It was nice of you to drop by for lunch.
Ah, a lovely dog rose; how did you know that other uninvited guests,
were giving me a headache? I’ll harvest your medicinal berries to cure it.
You too, may stay; oh, how I love rose hip tea.
With uninvited guests, you can’t be too careful or too picky. Some are good, others bad; but I will not…be spat at, without retaliation!
Here, Mr. Coopers hawk, have a tobacco worm and leave those bunnies alone! I plant extra lettuce and carrots for them.
I don't fit into your circle, I didn't want to try out for your band,
Because I would rather not be labeled, I hope you understand,
I didn't want all that extra attention,
All I wanted was a simple life of love and inspiration,
If only you truly knew,
That I stepped up just for a moment to prove,
With courage and compassion, allowing vulnerability to show,
In an atmosphere where fear of worthiness just wouldn't let go,
The fear of rejection stood out like a sore thumb,
Countless others left or decided to play dumb,
Privately approached by so many,
I asked God why this sat on my heart so heavy,
The pain in my heart made me cry,
It opened my eyes to the fear inside,
The outside looked like a white washed tomb,
Clean as a whistle with an unblemished view,
It was always about strength and how not to be defeated,
The steps you should take to prevent from being mistreated,
Calculated and too careful was not freedom to me,
It held me back from who God made me to be,
Careful is wise, don't get me wrong,
But too much creates intimidation to sing your song,
There were moments God allowed me to get up and sing,
The purpose and intent meant so much more to me,
When I had to step down, I still went back there to pray,
Because the purpose and the love I have for them never went away,
This meant more to me than you'll ever know,
That passion, that calling wasn't a show.
Memories Keep Coming Back
I looked back upon my life today
I had nothing else to do
There were a lot of doors
Left unopened and not used
But the one I remember most
Was the door that led to you
It had fancy carvings here and there
A nice warm inviting view
Yes, I opened up that door
And we had ourselves a time
You and I together
My heart yours and your heart mine
It was only me the fool
That believed such fantasy
You were never mine alone
It just took some time to see
Ah yes that was the door
That I finally had to close
You had found another
And so the story goes
Yes I closed it very hard indeed
You could almost hear it crack
I saw it fade into the distance
But the memories kept coming back
I couldn’t seem to keep it closed
And there are times I just lose track
And if I am not too careful
The memories just keep coming back
Operating from our corridors in this oasis
We sit or stand concerned about passers by
To wave farewell or badmouth
To smile clearly or grumpy
In this globe full of confused folks
With catastrophes hinged on sentimental posts
Bigotry borne of greed and jealousy
Hard faces masked with friendliness
As handshakes extend beyond the elbows
We carefully watch out for falling rocks
On our canopies we expect them to litter
The slightest noise we stand at an attention
Seem too careful but helpless
Cus out of luck we huddle over thorns to step on thistles
We crawl beneath sight into quicksands we drop
Just mean to say
Carefulness is just an avoidance of blame
Only God could have taken us this far
I never did felt belonged
I never really do have the need
From most everything I’m always gone
For I know... nothing is forever to keep
Of times to fuel despair
With time to ascertain uncertainties
Yet be nothing to compare
For that change to remain in broken sanities
To be exactly lying is true
A nature we gotten to be good at
To be lied to... if you knew
Yet to know... have you that certainty to be glad?
And one day we shall turn
No matter the prevention to endure
Too careful yet unlearned
Have you grown to be pure?
Changing for the better of times to keep
Don’t everything in time... feels gone?
Thoughts presented with circumstances for a need
Yet... when did everything truly belong?
Poemless pandemic
vanished from PoetrySoup
hard to explain why
enough people read?
made enough of a difference?
that's what I figured
gave up will power
personal diagnosis:
severe mental block
worried what to write
hibernating -- surviving
too careful to post
most people wrote MORE
but I deleted; withdrew :O
"social distancing"
pages and pages
of my painstaking feelings
unsaved, unarchived
so out with the old
and yet, no in-with-the-new
let go of it all
as others revealed
I concealed, sharing nothing
time passed, un-described
missed Anthology:
my chance to publish a poem :(
maybe next time though? :)
relief, or regret? :(
I didn't save them... :O
except... Christmas one :)
it's like the starter --
to keep the process going,
like warm friendship bread :D
kneading the keyboard
baking up delicious words
passing on sweetness
can't get old poems back
the art of writing poems, though:
compulsion, hunger
can't live without this
starting from scratch, all over
tired of poemlessness
All of this time we've been apart, I've been so very thankful for all you gave to me
With your kind heart and generous soul, you shown me love and opened my eyes so I could
finally clearly see
It was something that before or after you I've never had the chance to live
You opened my heart and soul up to more than I could have ever wished for, more than I
could ever re-pay back or to you give
I loved you then and still love you now with all I am, every fiber of my being
Look at what being apart is doing all the precious time it's steeling so why from me do you
keep fleeing
All I do for you, while you're not looking, is keep on bleeding
Because I don't know how to let go when I know down deep it's you I'm so desperately
needing
You're not getting it yet, you're not clearly seeing
You will always and forever have my heart and soul until the end of time
Those moments and memories with you I keep in a safe place, no one can ever take them
from me for they are mine
I think of you often and when I do I try to smile
Even though all the while
I'm missing and wanting you so much with every single breath I take
I will keep on doing so no matter how much I must forever forsake
I've tried to be mad at you but I just can't, my heart and head are in the same place
My heart says hold on to what you feel with all you got, my head says stay true to him
because time sets it's own pace
Everything happens in it's own moments, it's own reasons, and it's own speed
Even though everyone does it really there's never any excuses in our lives to heed
How love is supposed to happen and the where or when and even the why or who is not
something we can measure
And with that being said love is as much pain as it is pleasure
Yet, it don't matter who you are, through it all it's still something to which we all must
endeavor
I, with our love, will find and come back to you again, no matter what you believe you will
never be too careful or clever