Shadows of Midnight
Some people carry
quiet, desperate passion
aching for release.
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Iron Air
The crystal clear skies
bear down on me again –
tighter than a web of lies,
heavier than all my sin.
Empty
Yesterday I threw out the brown sugar
she had bought to make a new dish
which I had to fight to choke down.
Hanging on your every word
I check my cell phone regularly
and with increasing frequency
and watch the time just slip away,
wondering what you have to say.
Eventually this dread disease
of wondering what to say to please
saps my strength with its fell fever
yet I cannot bring myself to leave her.
Now every single unsaid word
carries silence like a sword
and a noose of pitch-black rope
woven from my shattered hope.
But by the time his phone was ringing
his body had long-since stopped swinging.
Heavy sky
I feel the water
pressing down like a lead sea
that flows ‘neath clear skies.
The end of all hope (& Get to know the author #2, part 2)
Below is the second version of Thursday’s poem. Please let me know which one you preferred.
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One by one, the lights go out (& Get to know the author #2, part 1)
In this segment of “Get to know the author”, I want to show you the different ways I sometimes interpret a single concept. Please let me know what you think of the poem below and check back Tuesday for the alternate version ^_^
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Damn the fickle winds!
It’s always too hot
but when it’s not
it’s so goddamn chilly
it gives me the willies.
But absolutely worst of all
is when the room’s unbearable
but when you leave to get some air,
the temp pulled a 180 outside there.
(Seriously though,
fuck the weather this year.)
To the ladies
To set my record straight,
it isn’t that I just desire you or sexualize you.
It’s far more simple and complex than that.
Yes, I notice your hips and your bust and the cut of your shirt.
And I will freely admit that I have fantasized –
and all the deep, dark things you fear I may have thought
have likely crossed my mind at one time or another.
The sight of the nape of your neck has made me dream
of what that smooth skin would feel like under my lips
and the subtle flash of a midriff is sometimes enough
to leave me shuddering with the desire to embrace you.
You are a heavy draught of a fine liquor,
powerful and intoxicating and sometimes overwhelming…
Yet, I will rarely approach you because you are a person;
you are not a thing.
What I want is not a night of sordid passions,
regardless of what my libido claims,
but instead the warmth of welcoming arms
to comfort and crave me in turn.
So yes, I love and desire you,
ardently, fervently, intensely, and deeply,
but you are not a thing
and I refuse to treat you like that.
Romantic Regrets
They say, “You’ll regret
all that you have never done
more than what you did.”
In my experience, this
has not been the case
because all the things I’ve said
are why we no longer talk.
A (wise) man of two faces 