The absence of verses versus putting it all out on the table
It's not that I'm not capable
But this year put a cap on my able
To bring thoughts out and about.
It's not that life is unstable
But the pages in my notebook just became unstapled.
Muse and motivation muffled.
Stumbling upon silence
Screaming at the screeching halt of speech and semantics
Frantic at the fractions of phrases
Floating without a poem to call home.
Now trying to take off my cap
And put on my cape
SuperPoet is back
Letting no rhyme escape.
You can't show that you're sad
Because everyone thinks that you're happy.
They want you to be happy
You're supposed to be happy.
You want to be happy
Ugh
Why isn't this working.?
Self imposed
Unrealistic expectations.
They gazed into each other's eyes
Seeing sunflowers and serenity
Soaking in the presence of togetherness.
Nestled closely
Holding on to what they could
For they knew that the demon was coming
Distance would find them
And tear to shreds
The threads of happiness in
Early morning whispers
Strolls through the park
Leaving only the feeling of emptiness
Embedded in their hearts
Distance is the demon and
Circumstance is his brother,
Two forces forcing this separation
Father Time is another
They looked up
To see if there was something
Something to lead them
To the solution
The picture perfect potion
They were looking all night
But the dark cold sky
Was just starless.
2 cups of Friends and family
A dash of jokes
3 Table spoons of funny stories
Add baby giggles, falling pants, and awkward moments to taste.
Knead for long periods of time.
Mix well.
Use Generously.
To all the men
Who were too cowardly to love me
To those who made heartbreaking
Into a pastime
And mistook my heart
For a baseball
Playing catch for a while
Then throwing it
To left field
Or hitting a grounder
Out of nowhere
To those who were magicians
Illusionists
Making me feel important
For just a moment
To those who are missing out
On all I have to offer
To those who passed up on me
Because I don't fit into their blow up doll mold
To those who left me hanging
Thank you for not sticking around
And blocking my way
From happiness
The ability to love
Me, myself and I
Smile
The universal language
Smile
Cheese- Take a photo
smile
Your mask so they don't know
What's going on
On the inside
Smile
Strangers no more
Smile
Just be polite
Smile
Everything is coming together
Better than you thought
It ever could
Smile
The world is your oyster.
*Inspired by Rachel an Aussie Hostel-mate in Sevilla :)
Inspired to take this pen
To this spiral notebook
And create the kind of relationship
I've never had before
Caressing pages
Giving your all
Having stories on the two of you know.
Until one gets bored
And closes the book
Leaving unfinished stories
Half written poetry
It all becomes a memory.
It's time
To pick up the matches
Among the ashes
Left from too many flames
Lit and re-lit
But not getting it quite right
And getting quite upset
About the outcome
Overcome with loneliness
It's no wonder
She set her love life on fire.
I really hate it when people cut you off for no reason
Like there is this invisible treason unbeknownst to me
Why you decided to cut me free
And leave without a word.
Yes now this friendship required work
But the worst part of this is
I know you know better
Throwing memories to the shredder
Only leaving pieces of laughter we shared
It doesn't matter that I cared whenever there was a problem
If I could try to solve them and better your world I would.
I just don't understand
How you could just stop communication.
It just comes with this irritation
Because I know it's not my imagination
That we were close
Because we chose to keep contact
When the odds were against us
Crossing paths briefly
Where ever life sent us.
I guess closure is impossible
For a pair I once thought was unstoppable
Even in your silence
I still hope you're doing well.
I just needed to get this out
And stop kidding myself.
Twenty six
Turning 26
Just turned twenty-six
Entering the next
Quarter of a century
Making new memories
Forgetting the enemies
Twenty Six
Not quite senior prom
But not quite soccer mom
26
No looking back
Permanently on the adult track
Twenty-six
Job interviews
Escrow
401K
HMO
I didn't know
How fast the time would go
I'm not sure I made the right decision
Actually from the beginning
It's like we're on the wrong foot
Trying to make it fit to the beat.
And even though we BOTH KNEW
We were out of step.
It just felt nice to listen to the music
Even though we BOTH knew we were not on beat
You beat me to it
And your phone call telling me you wanted to sing a different song
With me doing the oohs and ahhs
Instead of the lead duet.
Which lead to my anger
For once again letting a stranger
Strum on my heartstrings
But not finish a verse.
And worse...
I knew you were right.
Because we BOTH knew we were off beat.
And instead of beating around the bush
That phone call
Let me push you away far too easy
Maybe we could have met in the middle
When you tried again
I ran away from the repeat sign in the score
Those two dots bring you back to the beginning
But i guess I also ignored the breath mark
And the fact that most times there are second endings
S is for Sorry I didn't mean to say that-- Please don't be mad.
I is for Inner peace
L is for Lonley nights
E is for Envious stares
N is of Nighttime sky
C- Crying on the inside
E- is for Every time I wait for an important answer...
This house was built on words
This is a house not a home
For the girl who is listening to music with the volume all the way
So she doesn't hear her parents arguing.
For the boy who hides
As soon as he hears the liquor cabinet creak open .
For the wife who makes dinner for two in vain
Because her husband will have a late night at work for the third time this week.
For the baby who is wailing
Because their diaper hasn't been changed in God knows how long.
This house was built on words
Angry, Empty, Envy, Enemy
This is a house not a home.
Cheater, drunk, bastard, bitch
Which leaves little room for love and laughter
After all the lies and cries
This house was built on words .
Scream, scold, scowl
Basement of HATE
Attic of LIES
Bedrooms of ABUSE
Living rooms with no LIFE
This is a house not a home.
For the girl who doesn't want a serious relationship
Because she doesn't want to end up like her parents.
For the boy who has a court date pending
For his third DUI
For the wife who knows the rumors
But doesn't want to be alone.
For the baby who sees their social worker
More often than she should have to.
This house was built on words.
Time to find a new dictionary.
I love writing
Even when more than half of my sentences
Swirling in my cerebrum don't make sense
But it's okay because I don't make cents
To make sense of the syntax in my synapse
But I guess we all don't make sense from time to time.
Is it even possible to make sense 100% of the time?
When there are people out there who say they can make 2+2= 5?
No crimes come from my rhymes
I'm getting out ideas on that daily grind.
Don't mind my mind and what comes out.
If I can't pout or shout.
I love writing
Let me not make sense.
April
Abril
4th month
1, 2, 3, 4
For Spring
Floreciendo
Fourth month
Filled with poetry
A poet, me?
April
Birth month
Birthstone
Diamond
Shine bright like an Aries
Desert Rose
Born in April
Veo tu cara en todas partes
Descansando en Plaza España
Saliendo del metro
Comprando vino en AhorraMas
Veo tu cara en todas partes
Esa cara de cobarde
Que no pudo darme la cara
Veo tu cara en la luna
Cuando me asomo a la ventana
Para inhalar la aroma de nuestro pasado
Ya sabía que jamás me ibas a querer
Y no quería admitir
Que yo tampoco lo tenía tan claro
Esos pajaritos en el aire que te iba a pintar
Por eso no hay poema
De los momentos felices que vivímos
Porque ya tenía fecha de caducidad
Y no tenía porque meter más ilusión
En una relación
Destinada para meterla con la basura.
Un corazón ilusionado
Siempre queda arruniado
El tiempo siempre está contado
Con el universo contra su lado
Es como si este corazón
No merece ser amado
Termina amargado
El juego ya se ha jugado
Y ahi se queda el corazón abandonado.
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