Unoriginality
Here's an unoriginal verse for you
About how you make the world anew
About your smile
Warming me like the sun
Making my heartstrings come undone
Here's a predictable rhyme
For how I love to spend my time
Thinking of you
Appreciating just how much
I get to feel your tingling touch
I may not be creative
In explaining how I live
Entangled with you
Being original makes no difference
When love is just an instance
Sorry
I'm sorry I made you love me
I'm sorry I did it twice.
I'm sorry I made you love me
It wasn't very nice.
Don't hate me all your life.
Or even all of mine.
Life is too short to hate to love
So let's pretend it's fine
Don't hit me with that hammer
Or I'll club you with my heart
At least you will feel it -
Like you wanted from the start
But I'm sorry I made you love me
Because now I love you, too
I'm sorry I made you love me
And I wish those words were true.
Seasoned
Raindrops on my window
Thunder in my chest
I should have known
Lightening would be the test
You looked up at me with sunlight
Spring fresh on your breath
I should have known
Your ocean's never-ending depth
But I didn't see this coming
Like wind in the fall
And now my leaves are turning
There's pollen on us all.
Mistakes
Hush.
The baby's crying.
He doesn't know you're here.
Quiet.
They might see us.
Don't stand so very near.
Stop.
It's gone too far.
We've done something to fear.
Look.
He's got a knife.
You shouldn't have come here.
Leave.
I can't be with you.
I'm wiping this conscience clear.
Don't forget
Don't forget me when you leave,
Or soon, I won't exist.
Don't forget I'm still your person
Even when someone else is.
Don't forget I loved you first,
Well, that's not true at all.
Don't forget I loved you best,
I've made such a long fall.
Don't forget the lies I told
But know that they weren't true.
Don't forget my life is different
Each day that misses you.
Don't forget I didn't leave
Now your reasons are a blur.
Don't forget that I'm here
And it's as if you never were.
Don't forget that I'm a liar
And nothing I say has proof.
Especially, don't forget that I love you.
Fortune was never so aloof.
Magic Words
Words flow through like magic,
Enchanted wand and all.
They sing rhythmic music
With notes that never fall.
So much solace they provide
While I'm staring at the wall.
Surrounding me in phrases,
Many lofty and some small.
I'm never alone with words
And so, I cherish every call.
My ear is now so keen
Listening for their order tall
But it never is a bother
To create, share, enthrall;
Sing to me all night, Words.
I want to hear them all.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Late night poem antics
Inside My Head
You can be my sunshine or my rain.
Lost love drizzles down to the pane.
I want to touch it, but I can't
Here in my inner-head rant...
Sometimes, I get lost in here;
It's so cluttered with fear.
It reminds me just how it is
To be stuck like this.
Dust has gathered thick
Since my last disappearing trick.
I feel like a secret spy
When I rifle through secret file "Why?"
Like I shouldn't be here now,
And it makes me wonder how
I ever got there in the first place.
I try not to ask questions anymore.
I realize I'm in a revolving door
When I reflect on the past.
It's time to remove my cast.
I push myself back to today
Knowing that now, it's okay.
I'm healed, even if not the same.
Time to catch the drizzles on my pane.
Expressionism
My face is your canvas,
And your art is my expression.
Brush away the teary imperfections
Before the colors run
Into a puddle of regrets
You have to avoid stepping on.
Don't place me in your gallery,
But on your favorite wall.
Keep the lights turned on,
Or the smile you painted will fall.
As of now, we don't exist.
We are just a figment of the mind.
No one can see us
Until we are defined.
Just separate colors on a pallet
Never to be entwined.
Calendar on the Wall
The calendar pages jump
When I'm turned around.
In shock, I scold them;
Then they make no sound.
I need more time
To try not to fail.
Stop shaping my life
To no clear avail.
The calendar pages jump
No matter my plight.
I should start praying
That time treats me right.
For Hannah
I tried to pick up your heart,
But it was too heavy to bear.
So, I left it outside my door
Hoping it would still be there.
Oh wait, that was you
Being so careless with mine.
I know now not to trust the words,
"We are just fine."
So, I wanted to give back
A thing you left or two.
Here's your big heaping pile of
No-one-gives-a-shit-what-happens-to-you.
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