Tag: poetry

Love Harder

Three letters.

Three notes

So full of honesty

That I nearly choked on the strength of them

While I was pouring them

Onto those clean sheets of paper.

I love the number three;

I think I may have mentioned that,

At some point or another,

Though I can’t remember for sure.

Things have been like that a lot recently.

I keep finding that the little memories

Are slowly slipping away from me.

You’d think I would mind:

You’d think I’d object to losing

A second with you,

Even if the seconds I’m losing

Are ones already spent in your company.

I don’t, though.

I’ve found that I don’t care

If I forget some tiny details,

Because I remember the emotions.

I remember how it feels

To be curled up against your side,

Even if I can’t remember our conversation.

On top of that, I’m fine with replacing

The old memories with new ones-

Each sweeter than the last.

I’ve never been one of those people

Who puts everything into a relationship.

I’m always too afraid

To fall as hard as I’m ought to

Into arms that might not care

As much as they pretend to.

With you, though, with you

I can’t help but give up everything,

Can’t help but give you my entire being

And every mistake and heartbreak

That I’ve accumulated over the years-

As well as a lifetime of pent-up love

That now I bestow on you.

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Hush, Be Still

He wraps his warm arms

Around my shaking shoulders,

Sharing his heat with me

As we hide together

Under a quilt sewn

By someone long dead.

I can just make out

The bright glittering

Of his dark blue eyes,

Can barely see the curve of his lips

Just before they descend

Upon my creased brow.

“Hush,” he mutters,

“Hush, be still.

Horrors felt shall soon disperse

Amongst those who deserve

Our terror more than us.”

Unable to calm myself,

I curl closer to his chest

And let the steady rhythm

Of his thumping heart

Lull me into a fitful sleep

Made sweeter by his presence.

Save the Man

Darkness

Darkness so absolute

The sun strains to break free

Of the black bonds that hold it.

Darkness so complete,

So consuming,

We hide beneath our blankets

And hope we’ll be saved.

We won’t.

For who can save themselves

From a foe with no fears.

No regrets.

No sorrows.

A foe so indifferent

The evilest of men

Cowers in its sight.

A foe so disgusted by us,

The stain of humanity,

It picks us off

One.

By.

One.

The darkness slips into us,

Tainting our souls,

Creating monsters,

Shadows,

Black reflections of what we once were.

There’s something about darkness

That wears us to the bone,

Stripping away years

Of carefully constructed walls

And allowing the poison to seep in.

Seep into our dreams,

Our nightmares.

There’s something about darkness

That draws us in.

Who can save us from the evil?

And the burning

Of a soldier who just wasn’t quick enough;

Of a baby who just wasn’t ready.

The burning of past, present, and future:

Because somewhere, everywhere,

There’s always something burning.

Burning.

Drowning.

Drowning in a sea of iniquities.

Save the man

The man who told his ailing wife

That to die would not be such a terrible thing

If they were to do so together.

So that night,

Under the stars they danced to,

They do.

The next morning,

With the daylight dew;

Three bullets-

Two bodies-

One love.

Policed declared it suicide,

But those of us who know

(Who know the darkness)

We called it beautiful.

Four In the Morning

Four in the morning

Can’t sleep for the thoughts

And regrets and emotions

And possibilities that swim

Through the deepest corners

Of my drowsy mind

Four in the morning

Haven’t closed my eyes

Haven’t turning off the light

For darkness breeds

The blackest things

Monsters with fangs

Made of broken dreams

Four in the morning

Tried humming but the lyrics

Fall short of combating silence

That blankets my lungs

In cloth made of quiet

Four in the morning

Counting the minutes

Drawing nearer to when

My alarm will ring

Waking those who find

Sleep comes like an old lover

I’m always the last awake

Sleepily roaming halls

Four in the morning

Oppressive worries keep me up

Way past delirium

And almost until

Five in the morning

Bite My Tongue

There are teardrops dripping

Over my ever-smiling lips;

Their salty sweetness

Is so familiar a taste

I could almost describe it

In my deepest sleep-

That is, I could

If only I ever slept.

My cheeks ache

With the echoes of a million

Fake grins and hollow laughter.

Nothing holds my attention;

How could it, when I am so empty

That even the warmth

Of his strongest hugs

Can’t fight away the darkness

Eating away at my heart,

The way they used to

When my eyes were dry.

Release

This was written for Writing 201: Poetry

Release, the sweet letting go

Of all thy fears that lurk below.

A fair maid her hair did unravel;

Her gentle lover taketh her ankle

And did brush his soft lips

From toe to the curve of her hips.

Her nails she dug into his hair,

Entranced by the tingly feeling there.

Release, the sweet letting go

Of thy inhibitions that destroy thee so.

O! pain, thou turnest to pleasure,

Thou makest her scream as she fucketh her sir.

Vanilla Planifolia

This was written for Writing 201: Poetry

Little yellow bottle,

Yield to me your fumes,

Speak of my triumphs,

My failures,

My joy,

My sorrow.

Speak of the man

I once hoped to woo;

Speak of sleepless nights

Spent buried under a million quilts,

My face shoved into

A pillow spritzed

With the soft scent of your perfume.

Speak of me,

Of my wrists and my chest,

Of my hair and my thighs.

Speak of every goddamned thing

I did to hide myself

When vanilla just made me

Into a scented whore.

Back to My Roots

This was written for Writing 201: Poetry

Cracked sidewalk,

Running beside overgrown bushes

That moan under the weight

Of immense unknown blossoms.

It leads me to my own home,

Where he waits alone

Under the stone archway.

His hipbone protrudes;

I can see it through his shirt,

Which I’m sure he’s sprayed

With his sweet cologne.

I can almost hear his deep groan,

Muttered into my ear as I attone

For having flown away from our safe zone.