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meant to bewhen I went out
to find my fate

I never expected
its face

to be yours
ebblong did I hope
you’d learn to
love me

but as my bones
sift into dust,
I finally see

some things
cannot be
taught
faded polaroidsvoices echo down
the hall like playground
memories and school
pictures with bad haircuts

I listen to those
indistinct murmurs
and stare into the past,
remembering when

life was as simple
as bologna sandwiches
and names spelled in
alphabet soup

animal crackers roared
in our hands until
we bit off their heads
and made them be quiet

saltines and grape juice
served as communion
under the big oak, God
watching from the branches

in a world drawn in
black and white when
love was love and we
weren’t allowed to hate
(for fear of damnation)

I can smell those days,
taste the sweaty
summer afternoons
running through dan
rawtake back
your pretty love
words

tuck them
under your
tongue

kiss me
until my lips bloom
with bruises

scrape me raw
with your
blistering skin

and scratch
this itch until
it bleeds
zenithI’m too
old to
dream of
forever

all I want
now
is you

one day
at a
time
freezemy tears no
longer flow hot with
the passion of
grief

they run cold
as frigid rivers as
they try to wash
you from my
ruined
heart
the dance of Timeat dawn, Time met me at
the threshold and took
me in his arms, and we twirled
through gold-rimmed fields
of bluebells and sunflowers
that smelled of peppermint
and girl child dreams of
knights straining under silver
armor upon white chargers
that never tired, and we
spun until my youth
disappeared into the
noonday sun

as childhood fell away,
Time pulled me closer, and
we tripped through pink pajama
adolescence and first awkward
kisses into sultry days of
red silk hungering for
moon-washed nights and full grown
lusts, instincts obeyed,
breathless moans climaxing
in cries of newborn
generations who fall
in line behind
HalfheartedI gave you my whole heart,
and you returned it
   in pieces.

So, I laid it out on the kitchen
table to glue back
   together,

but the calico jumped up
and stole some before I
   could catch her.

While I chased the cat, the dog
ate as many pieces as
   he could reach,

apparently preferring the taste
of bleeding heart to
   Alpo Chopped Beef.

By the time I gave up on the kitty
and sat back down to the job,
   big chunks had disappeared,

making it that much harder, like
putting together a puzzle with missing
   pieces and
tomorrowI love you

but with
 or without you
   the sun will rise

I will breathe
  the sweet air
    of morning

and I will know
   love
     again
trust you’re afraid to
 believe in me

but I’m not
 like the others

 I’m not a promise
tied to a tumbleweed

 but a weighted word
     that will stay

    where it’s
       dropped
SightlessI looked for you
for a long time.

In crowds, on
buses, at bustling
football games,
I sought.

I combed
the personals,
scoured the
internet,
turned over
some rocks.

I crawled through
dingy bars, sat alone
on mall benches,
and even pretended
to find religion.

My heart leapt
when I thought
I’d found you
(but I was wrong)
and then again
and again.

But I didn’t
find you,

and, finally, my
aging heart
began to contract
into stone,
the cooling lava
of wild, futile
hopes unmet.

I sit now
in a quiet place
and weep amid
my dead dreams
from eyes gone
blind with
searching.
DisheartenedI was so completely
in love with him

that my heart burst
from my chest

and threw itself
at his feet despite

my admonishment to
show some restraint.

It refused to listen
and so startled

my lover with its
frantic flopping

like a stranded fish
that he turned and fled.

My foolish heart
chased after him and

is following him still
while I sit here

with a hole
in my chest and

wait for both of them
to come back.
burgeonI opened myself
before you like a
blossom to
the sun

and you fell
upon me like a
blind torrent
soon spent

leaving me
broken and bruised
as a tulip in a
sudden storm

destroyed in
its newness
by the pouring
rain
Scheherazade
a thousand of my sisters
have you slain, their supple
limbs, their submissive
sighs insufficient to
keep you

a single night’s pleasure
each gave before
screaming out her
death beneath
the axe

so I will do more
than groan beneath you
in the dark

I will seduce
your mind, tales
sliding from my tongue
like coy kisses

promises of more
if you will but come
again

tomorrow

and
again

the day after

and come you will

as my words
(like my body)
writhe irresistibly
through your nights

and
I will give you
dreams

and
you will give me
sons

until you admit
that I am

your queen
evermorehe was a
wish
unfulfilled,
gone
before she could
learn the truth
of him

yet, still
he lingers
within her heart,
a dream
untested
that will not
die
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I’ve learned to
protect myself
from everyone
but you.

They throw words
like whetted knives,

guilt like balanced
circus axes,

tears like drops
of acid.

From these, I’ve
learned to retreat
behind walls of stone; eyes
as cold as glacial ice
hide the bleeding.

Yet from you, I find
no escape, your silence
a weapon I cannot
deflect.

No matter how deeply
I burrow into myself,
your muteness follows me,
wraps around me
like a shroud

until I find myself
without defense,
naked and helpless
before lips long
dead of words.
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~WolfenFire Mar 31, 2009
With a title like "Wordless", it has a good vocabulary. :)
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~femluc Mar 29, 2009
I liked a lot this one, so deep :)
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~Blueskye27 Mar 31, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :hug:
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~Sesshoumaru-Lee Mar 27, 2009
This is bery Good Blue, it makes me wonder at someone's silence, and their own dead words.
I think I've written a story of such a moment. yes, I have, Schadenfreude. If you want you want
to, you may check it out.
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~Blueskye27 Mar 29, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I'm so glad you liked it. Schadenfreude...is that German?
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~Sesshoumaru-Lee Mar 29, 2009
Yes indeed, and if you look it up I think tha t my short story best describes its definition. :D Or you can google it and consult a dictionary for your convenience. :shrug:
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!Niamhsnotion Mar 27, 2009
:wow:
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~Blueskye27 Mar 31, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
:heart:
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~liyalolita Mar 26, 2009
wow intense poem, beautiful.
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