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River Anton Poem
Stars jaded with delight
because the sky was torn in two
My angel loses flight
With crumpled paper wings
Ashes to ashes
Dust to surrender
while the clouds hold no regard
A love story of sorts
Leaving a bitter taste of loss crawling under your skin
Mumbled speech with even harsher tones
She was ignoring me, But i didn't seem to care
A refreshing smile wandered on her face
As she wrapped her arms around another man
But jealousy seemed to have no hold on me
Squandering at the thought and an undeniable love
But no connection, a desire, a viable drug
She told him to leave, her heart on her sleeve
Emotions run dry when it's just you and i
She said
I walk on, and never look back
But my perception is clear and full of indelible fears
She holds another man's hand, lack of a whispering tear
Speech so beautiful..trite but sweet, like a kiss in the ear
But this didn't phase me
And again she says
Just leave, you're not good enough for me
I like you, but whats the point?
I admit, i smiled that she left him behind
A love to define and a truth to defy
What now? I ask myself
I walk on and never look back
I'm alone
Souls with destinations proposed
walk past with mingling ideas
presented by the touch of a rose
I feel her presence .. Her shadow bothers me
She's following me, but do i want to look?
She grabs my arm and turns me around
A smile so beautiful, bright as day
Yet monotone, shrouded in grey
She puts her arms around me
And looks me straight in the eye
She struggles to speak as she begins to cry
"I Love You" she says, the words ringing in my head
We stand there, like time stood still
If i let Her go would it be for forever?
I Love You and only You and though it doesnt seem like it
We'll make this right. I promise...
"I.. Love You Too," I struggled to say
"forever.." I mumbled and prayed
Here, In Your Arms, where I'm supposed to be
A feeling so complete, when she was close to me
"Never say Never, don't deny me this love..."
I open my eyes.
Is she here?
Consciousness returns.
I wake up alone, in the morning
My phone is ringing and the klaxon's singing
A feeling of anger sweeps me off my feet
A hatred so deep, discontent so obvious
I try and believe that it was all real
But it wasn't .
I drive my fist into my pillow, and lie dormant
Screaming quietly towards the sunshine
Why?
Damn it, Why?
I tried to go back, but reality set in
Loss is collateral while the only fatality is sin
Why did i have to wake up?
She said she loved me.
She said she loved me.
In my dream...
Copyright © River Anton | Year Posted 2010
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River Anton Poem
There cannot be happiness in the absence of freedom
So before me lie limp my shackled hands
Bruised and battered
Imprints of illustrious patterns
Disguising my fading fingerprints
I hear the sprinkle of rain, see the sparkle of thunder
I wish both would collide and shatter my window
An angel with a broken halo peers inside
And speaks softly to me
in a hushed and gentle voice
Powerful and graceful as Niagara
YOU'RE IN THE SAME PLACE YOU WERE ONCE BEFORE
I knew this would happen eventually
I left unfinished tattoos on my skin
I go through the motions religiously
I cant cease to stay awake
I cant sleep and I don't know why
I followed every damn instruction
But the tempest wouldn't move, its wheels wouldn't turn
The sweat of my brow turns to dust in my eye
If i could cry i would
With rotting dirt tracing my lashes
Why do i want to remember
The children as they laugh to themselves
Playgrounds with rusting equipment
That just refuse to collapse
Just as my love for you dies slowly
But delays it's final words and fade away forever
I will destroy EVERYTHING that breathes and smiles
Because my day dreams aren't what they were before
What they're meant to be
What I want them to be
I turn a deaf ear to the whispers
Darling, it was you who was wrong
And before prejudiced eyes i stand trial
Anxious, nervous, waiting
Bang, bang, bang
Like echoing firearms dispersing their seed in steel boxes
Three knocks of the oak wood gavel, my fate is sealed
Yours is my burden to carry
Even though you've forgotten
I still tread on dying flowers
Alas, out of the winter she came
Atop of a donkey with a horses name
The dancers spun neatly beside her
Knowing too well who she was
What she was capable of
And the constellation of stars she came to spoil
The red sea parted to save a people
But the Atlantic swallowed me up
The frogs croaked in the distance
The lions made peace with the lambs
And I knew for certain that my soul still lay dormant beside hers
I hit my chest now and then
My heart beats too loud
I still remember the cold shivers
And that sinking feelings
When i heard you had already passed through the dark
I'd ask for your help, for directions
But i know if my hand were to brush yours again
That moment would never be lost
It'd be replayed spitefully in my mind
over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over
Much like before, As much as now .
Copyright © River Anton | Year Posted 2009
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Clutching his coat closer to his body, he trudged through the thick fog. Steps unprepared,
unplanned, only to arrive at the statue posing in its eternal stiffness. The face carved
carefully, most obviously hand crafted with letters seemingly gargled and thrown up, left
misinterpreted but etched into history. Coins jingling in all 4 pockets, unspent and
almost as worthless as the promises that were made.
How-To books only revealed his worthless state, ripping out blank pages one at a time,
with the bright yellow façade guffawing at his precipice. The inevitable would amount to
an anti climax, one that would bother him for a while, one that he could possibly never
forget.
Tired screams were dismissed of their existence, after all no one was around to hear them.
A bloody mess lay at his feet as a deep drum drew closer and closer. Beads of sweat
delicately ran down his face, his palms gilded with blood as pure as gold. Precious stones
culminated into a vacant stare and slowly as the sun set, they shined no more.
Copyright © River Anton | Year Posted 2009
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River Anton Poem
Sitting across the table
Is a face lit up by a feeling unprovoked
She's taking all the spaghetti
And she actually enjoys it
But Leaving me with none.
The sweet voice i hear
saying i miss you over the phone
i don't recognize
Wasted credit spent
Going over my cap
But she's still safe
with her 50 dollar plan.
On the midnight bus
At the end of the line
A head leans on my shoulder
and her hair smells good.
A shoulder she loves
But a face I don't remember.
I can't shut my eyes
She's stealing all my sleep
She's holding on for dear life
I might have to break something soon
To sneak out and go to you
But I'd be treading on a path
of broken glass.
So i try to love
and be content
But i accidentally called her your name.
Oops.
Copyright © River Anton | Year Posted 2009
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