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Francesca Redlich Poem
I have dreams about you
You keep me up all night long
Last night I thought about how we could never be together
And today it made me seriously depressed
I’ve been feeling sick lately
Is it the flu?
Or is it my thoughts about you?
Why couldn’t I be older?
So you could wrap me in your arms (your strong, muscular arms)
And your handsome, adorable face
Looking down at me
Telling me it’ll all be okay
As long as we are together
Damn that stupid dream
My seventeenth birthday is coming up quick
But it is just not enough
And the next day I’m leaving on a plane
Never to see you again
The best birthday present I could ever get
Is just one, undeniably sweet, 100% satisfactory, firework-worthy
Kiss from you.
Is that too much to ask?
Copyright © Francesca Redlich | Year Posted 2011
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Snow angels in snow
I’m watching his every move
Can’t feel my fingers
My heart rate speeds up
Thaws out my fingers with his
Always holding hands
Snow flurries in sight
We should taste them on our tongues
Love delicious snow
I don’t want to share
But sadly he is not mine
We are only friends
Love fills up my heart
I could make him feel it too
I should test that out
Our lips barely touch
They are frozen from the cold
He feels the same way
Copyright © Francesca Redlich | Year Posted 2011
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Francesca Redlich Poem
My soul waxes and wanes with the moon
But it is never truly full
And when I see that glowing orb in the sky
I wish that I could feel its pale light
But I am always left in shadow
I am only a reflection of a once full person
Like the moon is reflection of the sun’s light
On the other side of the world
I mimic my old self every day
In hopes that one day I will be that girl again
My soul waxes and wanes with the moon
But someday it will rise with the sun.
Copyright © Francesca Redlich | Year Posted 2011
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I was one in a large selection
The two of us made a connection
I admit I had a predilection
You and I started out as perfection
Everyday filled with affection
Then came all the little corrections
After your voice made many inflections
So then I made an interjection
That I had began to have some detection
But you told me to stop with my dissection
Saying that it was for my protection
And gave me a lovely future projection
So I believed all of your flexions
Just by the look on your complexion
But still I was filled with some dejection
So after a night of introspection
I knew I could not put up with this rejection
And after a few minutes of reflection
I had several recollections
I could finally see every imperfection
The lies that met at their intersections
I had to have a little inspection
At first I felt some circumspection
So I followed you in your direction
Into town in a different section
Looked in some doors that needed disinfection
Only to find a girl on top of your erection
What I felt come on was an insurrection
My anger swirled around like convection
You pushed her off to make an objection
Don’t bother to make a defection
This relationship has no chance of resurrection.
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I sit there on that wooden bench, simply sitting. I am not waiting for someone, not for anything. Sunlight peeks through the leaves of the two oak trees whose branches are mingling above my head. It is pleasant to feel its warmth. There is no reason for me to be outside other than the cigarette resting between my middle and index fingers. I walked down three flights of stairs to simply sit and smoke and be judged by the occasional passersby. I lift the cigarette to my lips and place it there gently. It sort of dangles there as I light the lighter in one hand and cup the other around the flame to protect it from a nonexistent breeze in the dry Southern heat. I suck in, trying to puff, which is hard to do without a hand to steady the cigarette, but it is lit and that is what matters. I take a deep drag, deep into my lungs, deep into my soul, and I can feel the calm wash over me. The nicotine is my oxygen; I can’t breathe without it sometimes. I blow the smoke out, admiring its delicious taste and scent. I like to hold the slowly smoldering cigarette in my right hand and then smoke out of the left side of my mouth. The way I hold it makes me look like a nineteen-forties gangster. I like that. Sitting there, on my wooden bench, I react. I don’t moan in ecstasy and I don’t close my eyes in pleasure. I don’t take it for granted and I don’t have a habit. I just enjoy my cigarette, no more and no less than it ever should have been. As it slowly converts itself into smoke and ashes I think to myself that most people probably wonder why an eighteen year old in this day and age would choose to take up smoking. At least I assume that is what the occasional passerby must be thinking when they see me sitting here on this wooden bench, for no other reason than to smoke the cigarette in my hand right now. I wonder what I would say if any one of them ever bothered to ask me. Because I want to, I would reply before standing, putting out my cigarette, and walking away. I look down and see that if I took another drag I would be smoking the filter. So I stand, put out my cigarette, and walk away. I walk away from the sunlight, from the two oak trees, and that wooden bench. I walk away with my fingers smelling like nicotine and that makes me smile because I know that I will sit at that wooden bench tomorrow to do the same exact thing. I know because that is what I did yesterday.
Copyright © Francesca Redlich | Year Posted 2012
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I am consumed by rage
Every minute of every day
He is always there.
He gnaws on the bars of the cage I forced him into
Scratching the glass he sits behind
Pacing
Waiting for the opportune moment
To break free
Of the shackles I clamped around his wrists,
Of the muzzle I wrapped around his snout,
Of the chains that restrict his freedom.
The rage is silent for now,
But every so often,
When he knows I am weak,
I feel him bubble up my throat
Pump through my veins
Dribble out my pores
Drip off every tooth
And just before it spills out of my mouth,
I rein him back in,
Chain him tightly to the floor,
Lock the cage door,
And throw away the key,
Until the day he finds a way again.
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I’m missing you
I’m craving you
Our love is magical
You’re beautiful
Every time I see your face
I think I’m going to die
I feel a heat attack coming on
‘Cause baby you electrify
Your soul is pure, you’re full of life
When I look in your stormy eyes
I know
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Every time that you’re not looking
I get a chance to stare
I love the way the light reflects
Off of your gorgeous hair
You’re so handsome, you’re so cute
And you’re intelligent to boot
I know
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
I know every line, every shape
Every contour of your face
I have a dream that recurs
You and I in the future
Every time I look at you
My heart skips a couple beats
I feel it start up good and strong
‘Cause baby you are so sweet
Taking long walks on the beach
Skipping stones and sandy feet
I see
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Every time I kiss your lips
I feel like I can fly
I shoot into the stratosphere
Gravity defied
Clouds sitting beneath my shoes
Every minute I spend with you
I know
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Couldn’t live without you
I’m lost without you
We got that cosmic pull
You’re beautiful
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She has no life skills.
She will never make it in the real world.
She will need caretaker for the rest of her life.
She won’t survive without me.
What kind of mother says such things
About their own child? I wonder.
Well let’s see, Mother,
What have you accomplished?
You never graduated college.
You haven’t had a job in over 25 years.
When you did you were in an entry-level position.
And you forfeited your singing career for marriage.
Then that marriage failed miserably.
You started seeing your kids’ skiing instructor.
He turned out to be a horrible drunk who became obsessed with you.
And you are afraid to be alone.
You can’t sleep in the house by yourself.
You can’t ride in an elevator by yourself.
You can’t drive in rural areas or the freeway by yourself.
You can’t leave the house without your car keys.
So I’m sorry, but who needs a caretaker, you or me?
You are a failure.
And I know I will flourish in life.
In fact, the only successful thing you did was create me and my brother.
So the next time you think you can tear me down,
Think again.
And do it to my face,
You coward.
Copyright © Francesca Redlich | Year Posted 2011
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Time will
Never change
The way
I feel
About you.
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Francesca Redlich Poem
If I stay with you tonight
Will you help me see the light
Because every second that I fight
The feeling that I’ve been here before
Is a second that I don’t have anymore
If I dream of you tonight
Will you let me live my life
Because every second I lose sight
I’m seeing the mistakes I’ve made before
All the mistakes lying across the floor
Copyright © Francesca Redlich | Year Posted 2011
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