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misledyour memory leaves
a bad taste in my mouth
like under ripe oranges
or bleeding gums

I trusted you
and you let me down
(just as someone long ago
had done to you)

but I didn’t learn
the same lessons you did -
to mistrust all of mankind,
that the world is out to get me

I learned only that
I can’t trust
you
WordlessI’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.
devotedhello

you’ll be glad to know
that I hardly ever
think of you
anymore

my nights are
no longer sleepless,
my eyes red-rimmed
and puffy

I’m over you
at last, emptiness
a tired relief
from pain

yes, I don’t
miss you
anymore

  but my number
    hasn’t changed if
      you ever need to
        reach me
bypassedwe loved each
other once

now when
we meet in
passing, we
pretend
blindness

when in truth
I watch you
with the same
eyes that
linger over
flowers on
the side of
the road

with joy in
your beauty
and sadness
that I cannot
stop to gather
you to me
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
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
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
i tried to writei tried to write
you a love poem
today

but the words
wouldn’t
listen

they slid
from the paper
like bricks

falling
naturally into
walls that

keep me
from
you
WailJerked awake by dreams,
I lie in the dark and listen
to the long, deep wail
of a passing train, its
mourning disappearing
into tomorrow.

I turn back into my blankets
and wonder where it’s going,
rushing through the cold,
black night, its voice so
frantic and needful.

Its call echoes through
the silence and beckons
me to chase it as I
realize the frantic need
        is mine.
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
abandonif I
could
lay myself
aside

like
clothes
before a
bath

I would
begin anew
in a fresh
skin

untrained
to any
hand but
yours

and
you could
teach
me

to
love with
the same
reckless

joy
with which
I long to
live
vacantthey both
so feared

goodbye

they never
said

hello

so they lived out
the long years

alone

and died in
their beds

still
  still
     still

dreaming

of each
other
meant to bewhen I went out
to find my fate

I never expected
its face

to be yours
soulfulif eyes mirror
the soul, yours

is a bright
blue shining

clean, cloudless
skies

fields of
cornflowers

deep breaths on
frosty mornings

fathomless depths
of soft seas

that I will swim
into tomorrow
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mangledyour big hands
bend me
backward
 and sideways
    into
acute angles

I will not
break for you

[but nor, I find,
can I return
to the clean
           straight
              lines
   that once
    defined me]
bankedI’m a quiet woman,
my fires burning
hidden and low

but blow lightly
over my glowing
embers

and I’ll show you
how brightly my
secret flames

can burn
Salome
I am but a voice
 singing in the dark,

a promise of scented
 skin, oiled and glistening

in the refracted moonlight
 of your boundless desire.

You know me not,
 yet will I seduce

kingdoms and prophets
 from your shaking hands

with the fragrance
 of my dance.
Imitation Is...I split a biscuit in my plate
  and put gravy on one half.

She follows suit but
  spoons gravy on both.

I put butter and blackberry jam
  on my ungravied half.

She watches me

then surreptitiously scrapes half
  a biscuit clean with her spoon.

She knifes a pat of butter and
  slathers it across the crumbling

bread then digs into purple jelly
  and grins to herself.

I hide a smile and pretend
  not to notice.
bone bruiseyour heavy hands
mark me easily,

a purpling that lingers
so deeply,

no one can see it
but me
chillmy stomach doesn’t
churn anymore when
the phone rings

my breath doesn’t
quicken as I hope
for your voice

i’ve finally learned
that your whispers
are nothing,

naught but wind
blowing empty through
the lines

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long did I hope
you’d learn to
love me

but as my bones
sift into dust,
I finally see

some things
cannot be
taught
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~chew-on-that May 8, 2009
cool structure! the image is wonderfully strong and emotive (:
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~BunnyGirl111284 Apr 30, 2009
Wow, just wow. I love it, it really resonates with me, absolutely amazing. Short but really captures it! Love your poetry (missed it too while I've been buried under school work!). :love:
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`YouInventedMe Apr 30, 2009   Writer
a hard lesson to heard
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~WingsOfTears Apr 26, 2009
You have such away with words ... :heart:
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~femluc Apr 13, 2009
Thats right, some things cannot be taught, but just stay a hope in everyone if someday that were possible :(

sad but very lovely poetry :hug:
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~Blueskye27 Apr 14, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, Lucero. We can always hopes. :hug:
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~femluc Apr 14, 2009
:aww: :hug:
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~pseudometry Apr 13, 2009   Writer
How true. Simple, and beautifully painful.
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~Blueskye27 Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, Jamie. :hug:
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