Poems – Page 5 – musings & scribbles

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August 12, 2017

we all want to be
better than we are,
but so few bother
not to be who others see.

gave you the better part of my vaulted heart,
broken in cuz I threw out the key
and trying to be who you need me to be,
and trying to be who we need me to be.

see behind us, sitting on that bench
in the middle of a bright afternoon,
watching the fountain as you
slip to sleep on my shrugged shoulder,
and our fingers find way to be clasped
as they ought to be, as they always are,
and your breathing grows & slows,
like it does when you’re satisfied;
I shake my gaze from your figure,
reminiscing of the trips, and I miss
you even though you’re right there,
mostly because I know life is short,
though we’re in 2049 and can’t seem
to give up on being us just yet.

I like to think of Candi and I on this park bench, surrounded by the animated youngsters so inclined to visit, with our grey hair, and my billed cap, and we’re sitting, content, happy by virtue of having no stress, and just thinking about everything up to that point. that’s how I want to live my life: to get to that spot in time, old enough to know what we had and young enough to appreciate what we still have. every stupid decision I make is only stupid if it keeps us from that.

He had no where to go

August 12, 2017

Except
Down
The gutter,
Palming the raindrops
Which circled
And coalesced m
Under his feet;

He belonged closer to the
Ground, but let
That sour wind
Bring him
Again

Up the water spout.

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August 12, 2017

“She exists,”
I tell myself
When alone enough
To wonder if
There’s anyone else.

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August 12, 2017

Every time you walk
Through
That door,
I learn about you
I learn
A little more;
You make me be a
A better me– you
Make me be a better me–
Possibly? Possibly.

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August 12, 2017

I’m laughing to think of
All the days we spent,
Travelers lodged for the night,
Greeting each other to sleep;
I’m laughing to think of
All that we’ve come from
To be here, about to be three
Or more– I’m laughing to think of
How these nerves line skin and shrink
At thought of you, just like they did
When we were young and dumb and
Had so much more to come– I’m
Laughing to think of who you were to me
Before we could be, and who I was
To you, PissAnt, before we could be–
I’m laughing to think of
How my cheeks squeeze these eyes to bleed
Tears they know will dry on gleaming smile,
Waiting for yours to show itself and then we
Can be these, we three or more, and laugh
To ourselves for all to see.

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August 12, 2017

How did we
Get to where
Our hearts now
Reside in you?

I remember
Waking, worrying
About making you late
For work, for life
Outside our 2-bedroom,
4-wall sleeping chamber;
I remember
The bus rides,
Waiting, walking
About to find time to waste
For sanity, for clarity
Of what we needed when
Nothing was attainable;
I remember
You driving in the evening,
Picking me up
Before you could fall asleep
And we could
Repeat the reality
Of being together
For the rest.

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August 12, 2017

Found you stuck on a median,
Standing in the dark drizzle with those
Sad eyes and cold cheeks, huddled
Within yourself, and hoping I
Wouldn’t mind having to rescue you,
But that’s what love is, that’s what
Life leads us to be: heroes in the
Minor moments, when we could be
Assholes, but only see the work
That needs done and the warmth
Of knowing the ones we must protect
Are safe and sound and warm at night

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August 12, 2017

Walk me through
Your day; just
Give me a glimpse
And send me
On your way;
Let me see
How you perceive
The inter-
Actions
We take for granted,
But you seem
To hold on to and
Turn into torture.

Take me through
Your nights; just
Give me a list
Of the repetitions,
so I can tell you
The shad-
Ows
Behind you
Are what move you, not
Your limbs or
Your forced grins or
Recollections of better times.

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August 12, 2017

Failed again,
For the umpteenth time.
Pretty sure
I shouldn’t be trying, but
Punishment suits me.

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August 12, 2017

Give me
All you are
So I can
Give you
All I am

I broke down
Listening to those
Reminders
In my head
Of your voice,
Of your warmth,
Of your love,
And I’ve yet
To rebuild,
I’ve yet to rebuild.

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