I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut,
for the experience.
Letting my memories pass through me.
Not repressing any of them.
I'm pretending to be a scientist
of the mind.
It's not fun though.
Makes you glad spreadsheets have functions!
Somewhere in the donut crumbs
stirring around in my coffee
is a hidden key to the messages in my head.
There must be a rhythm to all
the misunderstandings and misapprehensions.
But just as soon as I think I've found some answers
a damn truck drives buy and vibrates the windows and the tables and distracts me,
or some saucy ass walks by on the street.
Maybe I should go somewhere else.
No, damn it, I should be able to do this here.
The answers are wrapped in the distractions
now that I think about it.
They are everywhere.
Doesn't matter where I go.
Focus.
Don't focus.
Balance the two.
I'm Evel Knievel of the mind!
Maybe I'll look for a job today.
I should stay here and keep at this though.
I'm on the verge of something.
I know it.
Categories:
misapprehensions, confusion, psychological,
Form: Free verse
SHE stood by your door quiescent!
the look in her eyes told your story
the damage caused will always linger it said
Did you find contentment when you inflicted the pain
Were you at peace when you waged the war
You, a mere winner showing her the rightful place
or did she mean nothing to you so you wished her away
like a dream that never happened or better yet
a nightmare you so eloquently portrayed her as
Did you not see her through all that she was
behind a facade of a person that she put forth this world
She who stood against time itself for you to still believe
Were you truly convinced that life is a happily ever after
where emotions are of a certain kind and people are tolerant
where there is no place for reality to clear misapprehensions
of a world you think will always be obliged
Could the blame justify your offence
concealing it away discreetly like it never existed
A clean slate for you to start all over again
Whatever the deed the fact still remains that you believe your truth
that there will never be two sides of a story and no matter what the reality
SHE remains to be judged alone!
Categories:
misapprehensions, abuse, betrayal, courage, depression,
Form: Blank verse
THE END OF OUR STORY
I did never think our story will come to an end…
You gave me misapprehensions with dreams
And you made me happy….
But at the end, it was deceptions…
Your fraudulent smile stole my eye…
Don’t be a chicken, don’t hurt me…
Categories:
misapprehensions, cry, depression, emotions, hurt,
Form: Free verse