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
image link photo credit construct in response to Sacha's "Culture of Love"
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
image link photo credit liminal In response to Southern By Design's "Between The Lines"
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
image link photo credit filthy in response to Annie's "Flames-Fragility"
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
Image link Photo credit unfinished These verses were inspired by Opinionated Head's poem "Suddenly I Miss You"
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
Image link Photo credit Dilemma This post was inspired by november child's poem "Dangerous Games."
