First one I let in, taught me to love and lose
Bleed and bruise
Recover from the worst injuries
Last time I let her in
The second one was gentle and thin
Shallow though she was, it felt like a win
Gracious was her beauty, little was her mind
After all she only wanted to fill the void in
Third girl called me Addy, too
Loved to hold my gaze and touch our lips
Never would have lost her if not for the waves
Still reminisce our perfect days
Fourth knew me better than I did
Called me out when I thought within my emotions hid
Took me to a better place,
Led me to be a better man
The Fifth had mastered the arts
Was able to sing and write, she captured all men's hearts
Took a while to realize I wanted her too
Now we write together, in Love for good
Or maybe not, as is the nature of this life
One moment, happy
The next, the loss of your future wife
Clean your tears, wash your cheeks,
Welcome to the world of any other week
Like a cradle in which we
Are born, ever so fickle and
Nature never easy to pinpoint. Thoughts of a
Gargantuan proportion categorized
Under a spectrum of grammar
And syntax. Can you ever really
Get the emotion in devotion, or is
Every sentence just another incomplete expression of 'heart'?
It beats. It lives.
Simply as Y-O-U or I. Our unscrupulous baby.
Lazily, even the speaker of this (un)natural
Isolation of symbols and syllables can but
Frivolously transcribe with childish fervor
Every glimpse of wonder that appears before his mind.
Those forts of hate
Were all so strong
But I couldn't reach out to her
Or crack her pride
And I cried
And I begged god to bring her back to me
And I died every night she wasn't in the lords hands
Then one faithful morning
I came to her and said
"Either you follow The Lord or I will have to leave you"
And she said "well then leave "
Then I said ".... No"
Then she replied "what?"
Then I said with all my faith unleashed " if you won't follow The Lord then neither will I because I love you..."
And then she said "no I will follow him just don't change yourself for me"
I said " I have to... Because.. I can't lose you again"
And she said with a tearful smile "now you never have to"
And that's how I got my wife to start believing in Christ
I literally put everything on the line
And all my faith broke through
It all broke through her pride
And I thank The Lord everyday
That it did
And I love him for it
Because I knew she was and always has been my wife
The woman, or the character?
Was I born of flesh, and bone,
or merely a figment born of a
lonely writer’s imagination.
Do I not see this woman I appear to be?
Were these eyes, with which I see
created for me within a mother’s womb, or
merely a mirror image of what you wish to see?
When I say the words “ I love you”,
is it my heart speaking, or the
emptiness of pen against paper?
Do I even possess a heart, do we?
When I cease to exist, will you feel my pain?
Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
Her skin was made of glitter and sunflower petals.
Her eyes were the oceans, condensed into little orbs that fit perfectly into her sugar-coated skull.
Her flowing hair was pure rays of sunshine that sparkled like sea.
Her fingernails were little stars, who shrunk just for the privilege of living on her sparkly hands.
Her lips were made of fireworks, that remained on narcotics until a lucky boy kissed them.
Her shoes were pure bubblegum and smiles.
Her clothes were lace curtains and pages torn from aging books with tea stains on them.
Her scent was that of green tea and loveliness.
Her love made him truly understand that she was the Earth, the sky, and everything in between.
Her love made him believe in starry nights and dreams come true.
Her love was natural and chaotic and serene and beautiful.
Her love was real.
You tried to shove the words back into my mouth
but they had already slithered into your ears
and coiled around your brain stem,
that carry the taste of blood
on my lips,
the blood I spat out in the shower
carried no metaphors
or remnants of sympathy
no remorse for the simple truth.
honesty without hesitation,
tastes a lot like rusted iron
when the recipient
smells of a blurry night
in a hotel mini bar.