Is This Love

I  remember too

Vivid as life

Being a juvenile

Awkwardly in love

With the unloveable

One bright teacher

Two older brides

Three  media stars

Four beauty pageants

So many heartthrobs

Not one sweetheart

None to hold

Grandma was genius

It’s not love

With any one

What I loved

Was the beauty

The total ensemble

Of love itself

 

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in response to Sacha's "Culture of Love"

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Look Around

You seek the living

Among the seiving threads

 

Only the rants  live here

The rents are paid elsewhere

 

One homeless mind

Finds abode in these words

 

The head is at best odds

Lingering in the woods

 

The starry-eyed and the real

Have no conclave points

 

If you seek the messenger

But not the missive

You will go farther

Going

Betwixt the lines

 

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In response to Southern By Design's "Between The Lines"

 

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Amidst The Filth

It’s been thirteen months

Of aching

And breaking the promise

Not to remember

Last November

That costly first  look

That got me hooked

Reliving the ascent

To insanity

Believing there’s no eternity

Without you

When I should be

Running

Your voice keeps replaying

And it’s still the best

Melody in my world

When everyone was falling

For someone or something

I was standing amidst

All the filth of autumn

Spying your motions

Steering your emotions

When I should have been

Running

As your heart was inert

The doubts in your eyes

Standing  still like icicles

Taking forever

To light the embers

Requesting all the humor

To muster your smile

And all the tinder

To spark up your fire

I should have run

Long before

It started

This charade was over

Your heart was never

Meant to be dented

Your resistance

Kept brewing the spell

‘Twas your eyes

That held me captive

 

 

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in response to Annie's "Flames-Fragility"

 

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I do not miss you

I do not miss you

Though I never go to bed

Without shivering at the thought

Wishing things could be different

 

I do not miss you

Though the thoughts of you

Wear away my heart enough

To break a sweat on my forehead

 

I do not miss you

Even though I cry

Through the agony of resisting

To reply your texts

 

I do not miss you

I am just learning to savor

The flavor in the freedom

Of being without you

 

I do not miss you

Torments may be unfinished

The search goes on

Till my void is filled

 

 

 

 

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These verses were inspired by Opinionated Head's poem  "Suddenly I Miss You"

 

 

 

Conflict of trust

If living  is a game

And you have to win

How can you trust me

 

If you see the crack

In every wall I build

How would you  trust me

 

If your queries are ready

For each of my intentions

When would you trust me

 

When your mind meanders

Back to the things you forgave

How could you trust me

 

If your faith lies not in fantasy

Nor figures, folks or facts

How can you trust me

 

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This post was inspired by november child's poem "Dangerous Games."