A glimpse into a Poet's heart

~ Book of Poems ~

LOSS

~ all that remains ~

The sun is setting,

blood red, smeared across the sky.

I am hurring, nearly trotting through a yard of pale stones,

tarnished tributes to lost loves, and lovers.

I am here because we are one, and the same...

This mountain of hurt,

my tiny, human, heart contains,

Pieces,

Are,

all that remains.

****

~ You and I ~

I.can.not,

deny.

No matter how hard I try.

The pain INSIDE,

is oh so very great,

I fret,

I will surely die.

Because of the breaking away,

of you,

“and of I”

****

~ The Stairwells ledge ~

A single toy boat set out into the unforgiving sea at night,

My, God, My God,

how did I ever expect things to turn out right?

Such a grim, and erie plight

It all ends before daylight.

Whenever she finds me, pushes the basement door open,

There, I will be,

risks slit,

Body limp,

legs dangling from,

the stairwells ledge…

****

~ Here On Earth ~

This letter,

will be all she has left of me,

She’ll see,

Just what she did,

to the man who loved her,

and her kid.

being a talentless,

inevitably aging, modern-day,

stepford-housewife,

without a freaking will--

She will want to kill--but, I’ll already be dead,

And she will cry her poor little heart out instead.

as sure, as I raise my eyes up in hell,

so will you, dear,

Here,

on earth.

LUST

~ One man’s sin ~

Lust,

turns all to dust

Why do I feel so much disgust?

So much mistrust,

of all other men,

for--

one man’s, sin,

****

~ No matter how hard I try ~

I can hear someone talking behind me in the graveyard tonight.

I turn,

and wonder,

just how a pile of bones can abruptly,

pick up themselves,

and get to walking,

head their own, clacking way...

I tell you no lie,

That is exactly what they did in the silvery moonlight.

To God, and even to Satan, it would be a sight,

It was sure to be some sort of ancient, earth-magic,

living, and breathing for him,

my dearly, departed,

my late, lover,

standing before me now,

smooth, olive flesh,

and blood,

Not, dusty, brittle, bone,

but, his beautiful hazel-eyes,

they set the tone,

My mind begs me to question,

but, my heart tells me it’s better,

if I don’t.

So, instead, I just do.

What he says.

What he wants,

until he’s all done with me.

I roll over onto the dewy grass,

and just I lay there,

silently, heaving,

Thighs burning, and vagina quivering, eversoslighty.

I bite my bottom lip, and remember him inside of me.

I eventually sit up, and try to stand, but slip in a puddle of mudd.

It begins to rain,

again.

What a shame,

I don’t even remember his name,

He isn’t, and never will be the same;

and, neither, will I.

This, I can not--deny…

no matter how hard I try.

~ I try ~

I can hear someone talking behind me in the graveyard tonight.

I turn,

****

~ This is Goodbye ~

Goodbye,

to all the things that no longer serve me--

not because I was, or am their master,

but because I was ‘myself’--

a slave...

chained to a fault sense of loyalty--

to people, who were emotionally illiterate, to my 12-year old needs.

This.

Is.

goodbye...

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