sometimes
I wish
I could lose
the ability to speak
then I could never
say the wrong thing
and hurt you
because it hurts me
it hurts to use words
I’m afraid of them
never knowing which side
of the sword will strike
double-edged
and sharp
it cuts both ways
and to the bone
deeply
painfully
wounds heal
scars remain
I wish
I could not speak
then I’d never
say anything wrong
never say anything
I didn’t mean
and I’d never regret
ever hurting you
Prompted by a challenge at Two for Tuesdays. Heather saw this line over at Kary’s Blog, and couldn't get it out of her head. She would like to know what those of us in the blogging world can do with using the following as a starting line:
All I remember is how I forgot….
If you would like to participate, leave your links at Two for Tuesdays by clicking here Deadline is June 1. Heather will then post all the poems and open up the voting.
the debris of me
there are signs of me everywhere
lying amongst the debris of life
rubber soles stare up from the rubbish
they once allowed me to tread carefully
atop the decisions I made
but they remained slippery and unnavigable
so the shoes and my stability
ended up tossed away and forgotten
that discarded soapbox
is the one I used to stand upon
and preach beliefs unfounded yet heartfelt
how I liked the sound of my voice
until I realized it was the only one I ever heard
if you look longer more of me will appear
like that postcard partly buried in the dirt
depicting a place I once visited
but whose memory
could only be recalled by a picture
on a flimsy piece of paper
how transitory it all is, and was
what is this? a comic book?
how appropriate
sequential snapshots of scenes
reminiscent of a life lived haphazardly
and at times colorfully ignorant of reality
ah, a sea shell, beautiful and delicate
like the one of innocence I had when young
that grew hard and resilient with maturity
there are signs of me everywhere
lying amongst the debris of life
all you need do is look
and see the garbage
that once was me
Inspired by EasyStreet Prompt #176
My Inaction
things I cannot say to you
stick within my mind
trapped by guilt
and comforted
by those little lies
I tell myself
in order to justify
my inaction
things I will not do for you
make my body ache
an indescribable pain
as I am unable
to gather strength
to overcome my fear
this the price I pay for
my inaction
things I do not feel for you
lay deep inside my heart
leaving invisible scars
the only evidence
of the pain
I inflict upon myself
in order to hide
my inaction
things I want to say to you
remain elusive
my voice is dulled
and unwilling
to tell you the truth
I do not love you
and this is
my inaction
Life Lessons
children can you hear me
listen if you dare
to a rhyme that’s meant to tell you what I wish to share
life will teach you pain
enough to wonder why
but pay no mind to darkened thought and know that you’ll get by
hurt itself will pass
its memories will dim
happiness will come to you and make you smile again
I know this for a fact
I once was young like you
I struggled through the bitter times and always made it through
believing in my dreams
and not forgetting how
to smile and hope and look ahead to all life would allow
take hold of what you want
and never let it go
even if it takes some time to see how it will grow
the path is never smooth
and if you ever stray
always try to have some fun and learn along the way
life has much to offer
but only if you ask
so never will it come to you and never let it pass
Love Me by ~krizziademetilla on deviantART
Song For Two
I begin by sharing whispers
drawing you ever nearer
breaths upon your ear
singing a tune
only we can hear
lips brush along your jaw
humming a low tone
allowing you to feel
the thoughts
I wish to share
fingertips run along your back
leading down to where
they can play upon the keys
which make you dance
within my hands
soon harmony joins in
as we both begin to sway
to the music we are making
taking us to places
we never thought we'd go
the rhythm we are making
increases breaths
and heartbeats
culminating only
when the final stanza’s reached
a chorus of our voices
will sing in perfect pitch
as my touch
has left you wanting
to hear that song again
Blind Sculpture Rusted by ASePT!C © All rights reserved uploaded here
Clearly Blinded
when I looked into your eyes
I always thought them blue
like the color of the sky
reflecting loves desires
little did I know
that vivid shade of color
was only made to clothe
the lies you tried to hide
funny how they changed
those irises of wonder
fading into gray
as your nature was revealed
pictures of our life
lay scattered on the table
every one reminds me
how blind I was to truth
this is my remembrance
of what we had between us
the color of the sky
grown dark and faded gray
I’ve learned to never look
into the eyes of love
until I’ve learned to see it
clearly with my heart
soon my tears will stop
and colors will return
to what they were before
you took my sight away
Inspired by Poefusion: The Pantoum
The Pantoum is a repeating form written in quatrains (four line stanzas). The 2nd and 4th lines of each stanza become the 1st and 3rd of the next one. In the last stanza the 2nd and 4th lines repeat the first stanzas 1st and 3rd lines to bring the pantoum full circle.
This is also inspired by Cafe Writing April Prompt Five: Coming Full Circle.
Circularity
we always end as we begin
lost in a circle that never ends
travelling a path wrought with strife
stopping at times to measure our lives
lost in a circle that never ends
meandering minds to try again
stopping at times to measure our lives
but always wanting to discover why
meandering minds to try again
broken hearts will always mend
but always wanting to discover why
that from the beginning we start to die
coming full circle is the path we wend
we always end as we begin
experiencing all that is our life
travelling a path wrought with strife
The LongingI long for a place of hope
far away from fear
where children always dream
and some of them come true
I long for a place of peace
far away from war
where people never kill
and all are in accord
I long for a place of wisdom
far away from fools
where prejudice cannot hide
and fairness rules the day
I long for a place of love
far away from hate
where sadness is unknown
and compassion freely reigns
I long for a place like this
that does not yet exist
except within the hopes
of those who dare to dream
Sexy Vampire by ~captinheroC2J on deviantART
Mozzle Proofing
math is awfully, awfully hard
but if you mind and listen
I can teach you such a trick
your learning will it hasten
one and one is usually two
three and four will follow
but when you have to minus five
you’ll always get a mozzle
unless of course you have cack
then please do add a skrey
if you don’t you’re always left
with a mean caprussulé
have you written all this down
I see you’re still confused
but if I run it through again
you’re sure to be enthused
two and two can make four
eight and nine no less
but then you have to add one more
for a glureon regress
I see you’ve got it written down
I’m proud that you have learned
how cacks and skreys will always
add up to a mozzle spurned
so math is really not that hard
it’s only the equations
that make us want to smash
our heads on multiple occasions
I hope my prose has helped you dear
to figure out the truth
math consists of made up words
that truly lack some couth
***
Okay, I’ve probably pissed off a few mathematicians out there but I will have you know I got straight A’s in college level math. But come on - quintic, polyhedral, Gaussian elimination?
So, yeah, don't be trippin’ over my dividing a few cacks and skeys to proof my mozzle. Okay?
A Perfect View
If the eyes are windows to the soul, then how do we use them to reflect our heart, hopes, and dreams? Perhaps they open in more ways than one. Or is it that each contains multiple panes to look through: one for the soul, another for the heart, several for our hopes, and the rest for all our dreams.
Thoughts race through my mind
Revelation overwhelms me,
as I feel each time I blink,
I reveal something new.
I wonder why you stare,
so deeply when I’m speaking;
are you looking for the truth
I work too hard to hide?
I hope you are not minding
that I look away so often,
but no one's ever seen
all I have inside.
I’d like to take some time,
to learn much more about you.
But the windows to your soul
are hidden from me too.
Please remove the shutters
and let me look in wonder,
and maybe we’ll discover
each other’s perfect view.
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