"The talk before the walk" Love Caution
Make me understand how you are able to break my heart before dating you?
You took my breath away and l know ours beat in sync we are a rhythm constructed by destiny.
I do not have answers and so do you , why let linger for longer knowing you will disappoint?
Love hurts either way but it is worth it ? Are you worth it? Perhaps l am asking for the impossible like looking for a needle in a hay stack only time can tell what we are.
At the same time like prime time it's getting swarthy the picture we hesitate to paint the image disconnecting from the frame .
If we dive in then let it be damn the consequences life is too short you might win to lose but only if you fail to try .
The paradox to life is the one we all can't escape or begin to comprehend and that's the truth so at the same time we might as walk away before the scratches.
Categories:
scratches, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
A journey taken again
Hello ,he dropped a message in my inbox
After a year's silence
He maintained flowing through eons of loneliness
He weaved a yarn with my tears and pain
Feelings he left behind
Going on his way
I picked on my palms
And they morphed to poems new
Forcing me to ramble against time
Where the empty boughs of damsel lane
Stared at my storm struck face
Golden clouds that once showered love
Turned ebon with onset of twilight's call
My dreams nest I saw
Lying littered with twigs
Stuck to thorny bushes of realities
The depths of unpromising silence
Holding wishes unspoken
And then my heart started looking
For that I had never known
A desire floats to hit against the wall
That seems familiar in the strange world
Just then the mute clock chimed
As basket of lost moments have forever withered
To spread in thousand miles as flown away dandelion
17/01/2019
Categories:
scratches, 6th grade, anxiety, how
Form: Free verse
Sad to participate in ritual relief
Of secret pain like dirty ice.
Scars like graves carved in a row on my forearm.
Blood flows in sink and shower.
Feelings writhe inside as
Bad thoughts eat each other alive.
Scratches and scars I understand.
They calm this worried mind.
I absently rub them with my middle finger.
Wrong that feels right,
Covered by sleeve from glancing sight.
Ashamed, you comfort with pain.
Salvaged from Hell and forgiven.
You do not know what good you do.
I kiss you scratches and scars,
Kiss the part you play,
Keeps life from slipping away.
Categories:
scratches, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
I love my house
Though it’s full of scratches and squeaks
To accept imperfection has always been difficult
For me,
Especially in myself
I’ve come to learn that when I truly love someone
Or something that I also love the flaws
Perhaps love is the only thing that is perfect
Categories:
scratches, how i feel, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Four men standing in a row and then one laid across,
Just sticks of time and marks upon the wall,
A measurement of attitude, of loneliness and pain,
But others see it as a lot of scrawl.
Sticks of time, a calendar of wasted days and years,
Just scratches of a life that's gone to waste,
While taking time to tell a tale of life behind these bars,
With years ahead there's never any haste.
Four men standing in a row and then one laid across,
It's now a crowd that stands upon the wall,
As five men turn to twenty-five, then eighteen thousand strong,
With fifty years of scratching on the wall.
Fifty years, an army strong, the witnesses of death,
Accusers to be first to cast a stone,
Such ridicule and torment is a thing that I accept,
For there is not a way I can atone.
Four men standing in a row and then one laid across,
Just four men and the one who holds them tight,
Which binds me in this prison for a life and then a day,
And nothing I can do will make it right.
Categories:
scratches, prison,
Form: Rhyme
how can you catch a thief
if you feign sleep?
Touch not her fingers
ice may break.
who can fathom her love?
i am blind.
she bleeds on earth
period of rose.
fireflies shimmer in the night sky
moon on the pond's surface.
her breasts swell with milk
under the earth.
shadow lets her go
a stalker.
the odor of her navel
perfume for soul.
i saw in her nakedness
shadows flickering.
keep your windows open
for frightened ghosts.
flower is a flower
if it wilts.
feet shuffling down the hall
night follows.
Categories:
scratches, poetry,
Form: Verse
I contemplate often,
How everyone seems to be going a little mad.
But then I think: It's not possible for everything to be crazy,
So perhaps it's just me.
Sometimes I hear things they don't hear.
They say it's not normal.
But surely the voices inside my head
Are asking me to listen.
You lose track of the days here,
Whether it's morning or night,
Just a lonely red dot in the corner, blinking,
Monitoring, observing, intruding.
I wish the walls were more colourful
So I could feel a little less like a corpse in a white coffin.
It's suffocating.
I count (but what for? I don't even know when the days start and end) down with marks on the wall,
Lines,
In one of the corners.
There are a lot of lines.
Maybe one day they'll let me out and the voices will stop.
Until then, maybe I'll ponder a little more about whether or not I'm just a little crazy.
Categories:
scratches, crazy, prison, psychological,
Form: Free verse
It's tough for me to handle that
These memories that distract
May soon be just scratches
On the corner of your mind.
It was such a big deal to me,
The twitterpated pleasantries.
You've got the right idea
in letting go.
Personally, I'd rather be free.
But, my soul sails not a sensible route.
No, my soul sails not a sensible route.
Categories:
scratches, lost love,
Form: Romanticism
I lie here waiting for the endless stream,
Hoping no black tiger dreams
Night came and went, comes and goes
No human comfort makes its show.
Black tiger scratches in my mind,
Hoping one day love he’ll find
But my supple mind has no love left to share;
Black tiger’s sharp claws meet air.
Categories:
scratches, depression, fear, love, tiger,
Form: Verse
a brown hen
scratches in the soil --
worms wriggle
for tracie's ku contest
Categories:
scratches, animals,
Form: Haiku
I met you in town the other day
Over laughs and casual gazes.
My lips cracked, my heart
Filled with giggles, and I stared
Into the pillows of your eyes, thinking,
When are you going to make your move?
I want to know what you think
Under the five o'clock shadow
That teases my kiss with a light
Scratch every time your lips
Meet my cheek. I wish
You would sway a little.
I wish you felt as I do,
For I would work at any length
To know more about you,
To make you happy,
To earn your trust,
To keep your sake
And keep you smiling.
You smile
And tell me that I am beautiful.
All I am is beautiful,
And all I want to know
Is why you keep scratching me.
Categories:
scratches, angst, hope, love
Form: Free verse
Scratches on the jewel surface
of a black onyx watch
tiny hands tick endlessly around
now seven, now eight, now ten
Can you break the cycle?
Categories:
scratches, confusion, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Ode