gathering what we
viewed as
necessities
only to share them
or toss them out,
now that we know
they were weights
we were waiting
to build us up,
but only buried us.
Category: Poems
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necessities
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you are you,
I want to give you
everything I had and
so much I didn’t.the way you played
amongst the leaves,
following a path
and stepping off
to be yourself,
that’s all I ever wanted
for you: to be who
you are, who you
are meant to be,
no matter what
I think
or
they think
or
what may
hold you back;
you are you,
and don’t you forget it.
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I disappoint you often
I disappoint you often
and don’t know how to stop.
it feels like we just met tonight
and i already fucked it up.
I can try to be better, or
someone you’d like more,
but then I would be hiding,
and that’s not who I am.
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I am drowning
I am drowning
in all the
time I waste in
walking by
the little things
that make this
place feel so in-
complete. but
maybe it’s just
me— maybe
it’s just that i’m
not whole yet,
so how could I
complete
anything
else?
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I hold these words
I hold these words
on my lungs,
and, while it hurts,
I still try
to talk, but not
by speaking—
instead, I cower
and type, using
keys to lock
myself away in
this machine;
flat,
cold,
reflective,
but not of me.
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there was a fly
there was a fly on the sheer curtain,
its feet and belly facing the world outside.
I stood, finishing my chocolate pieces,
appreciating their want to be there.they fought the vacuum, but stayed
against the panes, so became exhausted.
I carried them to our porch, opened
the canister, and how does one end a sentence with they?
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my eyes have been dry
my eyes have been dry,
these past shy months,
as I sit or stand or lay
in this house, beside
these walls, unmoving
yet crushing, still.
and I try
to see through them,
these dry, now
cloudy eyes.I haven’t cried.
I need to cry.
I need to emote
and feel something
other than plain.I love Marge and Candi, my Babes. I love them and they’re not here for 9-10 hours each day, when i’m alone with work or conference calls. I miss Marge saying, “shoulders!,” or, “move up, daddy,” so she can share our chair.
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built you towers
built you towers
in this heart of mine,
hoping you’d want
to stay a while.
but time and I
are bitches, true,
pushing out
those who love us, too.and then one day
you’ll stumble-in,
look around
at the walls torn down,
smile at the laughs we had,
and go live your life again.I forgot why we fell out,
only remember
those wants and wails;
hoping you’d come back soon,
but soon moves on
and all’s left is
past to laugh at present
while future bides
its time waiting to be found again.need a hook,
well how about this:
took note
of your favorite things,
scratched them off
one-by-one,
determined to give you
all you want, not realizin’
i’d been takin’ ’way your
want of me.
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at a bargain
bought all our entertainment at a bargain and think it gives us something to do, but it just gives us reasons to avoid the light, avoid ourselves, avoid our life, this life we’ve built on a concrete slab with broken windows and water-stained ceilings, hoping it’d grow with time or we’d grow into it, but instead we find our hands hitting walls and sacrificing expletives for laughter and the clutter of a toddler destined to need space.