never,
again.
and this should be it for the lovey poetry.
never,
again.
and this should be it for the lovey poetry.
She says she loves me
but I know she only says it
to keep me from sadness.
She holds his hand
and I’m thinking I’ll be gone;
soon she walks a thin line,
holding him while I try
to hold her.
I thought every word
was for me
until I saw her saying them
to him. She
deserves a friend
and I
am nothing worth that.
She holds him
and I hold her
until she shrugs
and off they go.
i realize
she doesn’t
consider me
unless i’m
infront of her
and while that may
distort my view
of her,
i
cannot place blame
as blame
should be placed
on my person
for having her
seem in need
of my company
she’s like a creek, man.
i can keep walking her length,
hoping to find where her waters end,
always finding the depths so enticing;
or i can jump over her and walk
amongst the trees who feed from her.
but she’s so rising, soon to drown them
before i can escape her banks, her shore.
yet i leave her,
she remains
the longest line i’ve tried to follow,
less she finds me wandering
to where i am closed.
she is the breeze,
making love in me.
this song, i wrote you,
tried to place you
within the span of a
couple minutes, but i
feel i’ve placed myself
against an obstacle–
you’re too much
for words, for a head,
for a song,
for a breath.
we met as friends often do,
me despising you, you
dealing with issues other
than i’m accustomed to.
you handled it well, i
saw something i wanted
in you.. that
look of being
more than who you masquerade as.
years went by,
you moved on,
i did, too, but, must admit,
you still held a spot
within these thoughts
of loneliness and then
you came around again,
perhaps by accident–
i’d like to think so–
you showed
the You again
i Knew before
and i closed these eyes
to picture you
but no words
live or written could
know you, same. i tilted head
to try my hand
at placing you
within the boundaries
of the limited..
yet you raised, everytime,
to low this heart to
steady thump
as though you knew i
could never resist you, still..
i tried for you.
told you
everything..
all the words
i thought would never
see the day,
but still you went your way.
asked to move, i gave my stance
so you may know
something worthy, you.
the days spun by so hole found way
of growing deeper in me
’til, lost, i found you,
tried
closing my hands around you
only to be told
nothing could be planted/grow.
yet you kept me close,
offering a glimpse
more of you
i had never known..
wishing more, i
hoped you’d ‘llow me
hold you here,
though, gone, you
knew nothing
nothing would let you stay
as you lay ‘side another.
still, i
tried
as crash gave force
i knew not where to place,
yet
so easily ‘pon you these
nerves find rest,
find warmth, find
shelterinskinsodamp
as to be softened, slumped.
no, it isn’t okay.
not really a song. not really that good. stream.
the trees, so
still
in their bathing;
expectant, sort of
allowing
and absorbing
all that is
as the stars
fall
gently
from the clouds
everytime i want you to let me down, you
show yourself as true and, for a moment, i
believe you
Never in my life
have i seen so
beautiful the sun
as when she sets
and, known, the day is done
caught by pull of you,
many miles, behind,
push me; ‘front of you,
as stumble i
but to know the world
be still before you;
i crawl, from distance,
line’d, press’ on in
fall, running but, for you, as all;
as breeze, but motions,
cede your smile,
still’d lips, yours, by eye
when-‘ternalized, be light as laughter,
lifting weight of waiting,
we:
tomorrow, now, & after.
right below
the left breast
lies [beats]
the beating [the lying] heart