9 posts tagged “poem”

Stop leaving me.

I didn't mean to frighten you away.
Whatever did I do to make you look at me that way?

It's not what I said, because you gave me the words.
It's not what I did, because you simply can't be hurt.

Stop leaving me.

I don't know how it happened, but it's a price I cannot pay.
No matter what you take from me, this is something I cannot say.

It's not how I reacted, you knew that's who I am.
It's not what I retracted, something which you'd never stand.

Stop leaving me.

I poured myself and I all was for you.
I bled on pages, look what you made me do.

It's not that I tire, for the chase has made it fun.
It's not that I am searching, in your my only one.

Stop leaving me.

I've come for you once, twice, thrice.
And I'll hunt you down again tonight.

It's not so much the sorrow, but yet there still is pain.
It's not just every time we try, it still never feels the same.

Stop leaving me and I'll take you back - for better or worse.

Morbid oasis of missing passion,
rescued sooted savior.

Bridged scars karomed cross flesh.

Paths we hid from time we lost,
once again to pay the cost.

Pound the crescent, hammered moon.
Binds the flight and bends the spoon.

Small frail tender precious,
based on reason perilous.

Flower blooms in an onslaught,
sun kissed knowledge reigns down.
That which never stopped rises again.
The tide is the tempest, binding as it breaks.

Delicate fruit greedily devoured,
immortal hunger christens hope.
Unhesitant thoughts cease mindless ramblings,
focused drive through hazy discontent.

Fearlessly undo that which was done to you,
choices made and bondage broken.
Unshackled abandon strikes hidden malfeasance,
gleam-ed tears burn crimson cheeks as learn-ed-ness returns.

I revealed words again today,

decided I had something to say.

It’s been so long, almost forgotten how,

what once was lost is remembered now.

Bared the scars of bitten flesh,

the burning yearns to acquiesce

You’ve escaped me once, unmotivated desire,

I found the torch, relit the fire.

It wasn’t as though you were never gone,

just shelved until I hummed the song.

You’re why I’m here and why I stay,

you’re what made me think this way.

I don’t know why we fought this fight,

as we go to sleep this night.

I will not apologize,

tears shall not touch my eyes.

Don’t think we’re done with one last fling,

I’ve brought us back to the beginning.

Give it all for another tickle,
resounding discord, playful tune.

To hear your voice matters only,
reveal the dolorous, the mundane, if you wish.

Touch me, need me, break me,
words reveal the thought that passes over lips as desire elicited.

Stop the never. Never the stop.

The end is just a break, moments in which the nothing abides the yearning.

Your voice, a singular chorus, a harmonious revelation drawn from deep seated lust.

It is not for the want, but the satisfaction.

Tell me your desires as I desire in your telling.

It's not the you you show,
because everybody knows.
It's not the you you hide,
because that's locked up inside.
It might be the you you think,
but that's gone in a wink.
Is it the you you would be?
that would end too simply.
Is it the you you would have others want?
Is the lie worth the façade?
It comes down to the you you are.
it's the sum that forms the star.

Well, apparently my muse has decided to cut my hiatus short. I NEVER get a vacation, even from my own mind. Sigh. I wrote this as part of a contest on phobias and while I would never let them see me sweat, I don't know how I feel about this piece. At least it's helping me get back in to writing.

Enjoy!

You arrived today and took everything away.

The fear, the mind killer, the alone.

Bargain made, deal struck, and now the gifts displayed.

            I have it all, but another’s touch.

The melodious accord kissed so sweet,

            should have read the fine print.

Traded sanity for sanctimony,

            were I to have left well enough alone.

Ironic power of my will,

            leaves me to devices of my design.

It’s not the bullet, it’s the impact,

            triggers hopelessness, bangs remembrance lost.

To touch but not to feel, to eat but not to taste,

            to have but not to hold, to see without color, to breathe without scent.

The creepies, the crawlies, do not stir my mind to flight.

            I embrace the unknown, to find the life worth living.

I fear the alone, the solace, the nothing – to never touch connect again.

Zen Master can you teach me not to procrastinate?

It's easy you will see if all you ever do is meditate.

I don’t want to be more than me,
I’m not looking to hold your hand.
I’m the flame of your candle, as I eat your wick.
drink all the good you have.

I’m not going to be, more than you see,
I don’t play such silly games.
I won’t change for anyone,
to me it’s all the same.

Exactly what you see, when you look at me,
I lack obfuscation.
You’ll never have to try and find,
all the joys sensation.

I’m not trying to be, what you think on me,
keep your talons to yourself.
Picture me and idolize,
everything you’re realize in all the pleasure we can share.

I will you show you me, regardless of acceptability,
at least we’ll have found the source.
It’s the apple that we eat.
The fruit, the taste, the juice so sweet.

When you find me, you will know honesty,
I am as I have always been.
Don’t think that you can hide behind,
masked facades, else we wouldn’t have gotten this far.