Quip the Quandary

Quip the Quandary Aug 2017

I have been reaching out and you
finally gave me some fingers to cling to,
but you were the same, cold condescending ***
that you left me as.

You could have been cordial
my old friend just once more,
because I already knew what the outcome would be,
you'd go back to Her
and go back to ignoring me
because this is how it has to be.

But still you chose to be cold and devoid.

That's fine,
but this is the last time.

I hope you said everything you wanted to say.
I hope when your words thaw, your burn marks do not stay.
because the bridge is already burning,
and I've already paid the toll.

So goodbye for the last time.
Why did you have to be so cold?

Honestly, I chose to limit the euphemisms and metaphors in this and be straightforward. The person this poem is directed at was my everything for a while, and I didn't want to invest too much time in a poem he'll never read, nawimsayin?

#cheaters #lovers #outlets

Quip the Quandary Dec 2015

I fear love to be the same.

Pain is the ultimate paradox.
It's like we know something hurts,
so it would best be avoided,
but after the pain wears off,
and when the memory of it begins to fade,
it is like we go back to that pain and question it like
"What about this made it hurt so much?"
Surely, it can not be so bad if I managed to survive.
Then we remember.
but only when we've let ourselves get hurt that way again,
and you would think that's where the cycle ends
but it too will fade,
the pain. and then the memory.
why do we refuse to remember to stay away?

I fear love to be the same.

Quip the Quandary Dec 2015

if you are mine

than why do I have to work so hard for attention?
at least give me some direction, oh love
I don't know where to find it,
if anything it's where my emotions dwell
anytime I feel any thing, at all,
you're there.
And I just can't control it.
I go wherever my feelings take me.

Give me direction,
so I can find you on my own,
knowing you'll be there,
because right now I feel alone,
in all of this,
you're so mysterious,
and i'm delirius indeed,

you melt my stony soul into
a puddle made of pearls and honeydew
that was my attempt at poetic connection,

if you are mine,
please make it obvious to me,
I don't long for that path right now of self discovery,
just please love,
reveal your true feelings to me
because when I feel you, I'll find you,
and we will be eachother's,
guaranteed.

I don't know how to describe love. I am in a really strange state in my relationship right now. We love each other, but he doesn't make it painfully obvious. Why do I need that kind of assurance?

Quip the Quandary Sep 2015

hereditary recycling

I was someone's child once,
I played their mind games,
I took all the spankings,
I watched all the hollering matches,
I even took some hits.
I told myself when I was a mom,
I would never do these things,
but then I had my baby and
I lost my mind one day when
he reminded me of someone I knew
I thought it was my mother but,
I realized it was me.
This is where the cycle ends,
to this I guarantee.

Quip the Quandary May 2015

Be kind. Rewind. Or don't.

You were right to call our love
"like the movies"
for you played me until the very end.
You were selfish thinking you'd be
the only one to view me entirely.
Frame by frame you sought to memorize me so
did you think by this you were entitled to win
the golden statue of a man
the notoriety
the glory
when your greatest story ever told was
left reeling on the screen?
There was static noise,
There was darkness,
And then there was a click.
The new projectionist added his own film strip,
and gave my greatest flop a sequel.
Without you in a single frame,
It's now a love story most
cinematically quintessential.

I wrote this one night in the absolute pit of my heartbreak kind of hoping someone would come along to fill the shoes of the "projectionist" and by the grace of God, one did. I hope.

#maystillbetoosoontotell

Quip the Quandary Apr 2015

to Him

If you saw a hundred dollar bill on the ground
and there was not a person around
wouldn't you claim it as your own?
See you'd pick it up because of its worth
or at least the potential it could have right?
So when ever you're let go
Or d
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Even if you feel about as valuable as a penny
Someone will need you.
Someone will find you.
And by the grace of God
you will be reminded that unlike money
unlike jewels or any other bartered goods
you were, are, and always will be a treasure
to Him.

Patience, patience, patience

#wine #good #*** #like