a poetic journal.
the day started late I slept in but now it's afternoon I'm awake wondering what's the plan Will I get to those errands I've been putting off Will I find the energy to go for a walk Perhaps I'll take the time to color my hair it is, after all, the start of a brand new age & I should attend to these grey strays I should do a lot of things I just have to start with one.
The worst thing I can hear are those three words many hold so dear,Continue reading “the worst thing I can hear”
Oh they’ll wait, forever and a day, to hear them at least once in their life
but not me
those three words just mean goodbye.
It’s my last memory of you,
the last words I heard before you disappeared
and I had to accept we were through.
and that’s how I came to dread the phrase
‘I love you’.
Sometimes I feel so slow because my mind takes its time
and I don't always get the messages filled with hidden agendas
the irony being that I'm a huge fan
of the double entendre and witty word play
which comes in handy writing poetry
but in conversations and other real life situations
I often want to pause and ask for clarification
but due to intimidation
I'll just run with the misinterpretation
in all its awkward glory
before I change the subject
and go off topic
someday it’ll make a great story
“Remember that time…”
but honestly that is all just speculation
I'm not usually aware of being in a situation
I'll most likely react with a blank stare
and an even more awkward smile
and a silently stated ‘OK’
before I turn around and go
before you know I'm slow.
Spring has arrived
and the zodiac has spun a full circle
flowers bloom, birds sing
all kinds of pretty girls
sport a good man’s ring
all kinds, that is, but me
my love life is as barren as a desert floor
my heart lies there alone
wilted like a rose
there are no crushes
I can look forward to
or have brighten my day
the sky may be blue
but all I see is the grey.
yes, spring may have arrived
but for me winter never left.
*originally shared 3/20/14
I'm tired trapped in transit between anger and apathy I didn't think I had any more fucks left to give what is this shit! I watch the world around me tear itself in two So much trash never followed by action just reactions mere distractions and another day fades away.Continue reading “w.i.p.”
No Ties there are no ties that bind me here no reasons that can compel me to remain the world will go on even if I’m gone and I will keep singing my own song because the ties that bind are all in my mind.
I wish I knew that
the last kiss we shared
was the last time our lips would meet
and that goodbye
'see you later'
would be the last vision
of you my eyes
would know
how fleeting life is
I took for granted
that there would be a next time
another chance
one last moment
to forever remember
alas you left me in the dark
with nothing but regret.
The dawn washed over our bodies We reveled in the awakening Look at Us! We are Real! Human happiness welled within You see - we did not lose ourselves to the darkness The sun rises high and bathes our bodies in it's golden rays We kneel, give praise and worship the golden sun god Then close the shades to sleep.
she was most upset that she let him get inside her head. had allowed him to take residence in her thoughts and interrupt her daily tasks so much so that all concentration was lost. ha! she laughed out loud to herself. ffs, of course he'd be the one to cause such distress. how could she remove herself from this mess. maybe call another, a former lover, who'd accept her invite with a hearty yes. she wouldn't though, they were memories better left in the past already tainted with reasons of why it didn't last. anyway, she took a long drag of her cigarette and brushed away most of the stray thoughts from her head. tried to focus and tackle the tasks at hand. alas, all she wanted was to lay next to him.
originally shared 9/1/14
mhughes poetry 