I miss you.
Not like how I miss home,
more intense.
Is it weird that I miss
the way you smell?
Because I do.
I miss the way your arms
feel around me,
and the way you always
kiss the side of my neck.
I miss the way you make me
laugh like no one else.
But, whenever we talk,
you barely say anything,
so my anxiety likes to kick in
and convince me
that you're annoyed with me
or
are going to break up with me.
And yet, I still miss you.
Just a week ago I resided on West Tioga Street.
Blending into an unaccustomed scenery.
Approaching with suspicion- a hunter's mentality.
But there was no time for barbaric introspection.
I was on a different mission otherwise unidentified.
The Iroquois people presided over Tioga long ago.
Carving arrows yet craving peace.
They longed for a place to call their own.
But our ancestors destroyed their homes with their souls.
Running them to foreign lands with nothing but petrified reflections.
Now West Tioga Street is stricken with poverty.
Filled with senseless robbery and abandoned properties.
But I dug a little deeper- scratching the underlying atrocities.
These people just want ethical policies protecting their families.
These people just want quality establishments to secure themselves financially.
What is the difference between Tioga now and Tioga then?
Why must we implement ancient actions again?
Resorting to institutional animosity capable of destroying communities.
Sometimes I worry about this land of opportunity.
Where snobbery and inequality override accomplishing things honorably.
Through a garden bedecked in the finest façade
In a natural beauty of eons compiled
An assault to the senses which quickens the pulse
Yet soothing the detail, organically styled
Its borders haphazard yet clearly defined
By a frenzied assortment of pollen clad blooms
Enhancing creation with lust and a craving
With nectar, ambrosia scented perfume
The thickets and bushes, with industry cloaked
A sprawling utopia thriving therein
With bees and with butterflies drinking their fill
And drizzled in webs which the spiderfolk spin
A meandering trail through flourishing life
An encouraging push from the sun to my rear
Entrancing, the chill of the dew underfoot
Yet thrusting itself like an ice laden spear
My sight is attracted by hidden desire
To a door at the crest of a flurry of stairs
And the stone of the flight is as fire to my soles
After languishing still as the midsummer glares
The door is ajar and within comes the sound
Of a single piano, adeptly caressed
Each note sends a shiver rebounding around me
In purity soaked and perfection possessed
I make my way forward and darkness inside
Removes me of sight as my pupils adjust
And the air is intense as a northerly breeze
And shimmers in motes cut of sunlight and dust
My eyes become clear and before me they see
Cascading and dancing a musical frieze
A picture in motion, a fairytale path
In a spectrum of tones and a myriad keys
Inspiration her name and the course she describes
Is a poem in light to beguile the mind
She speaks with her body, a wordless refrain
Of a mystery poets have clamoured to find
A pipe cuts a harmony no one could play
Distilling forever the passage of time
And though such a symphony draws at the tongue
Causality never once utters a rhyme
A pattern of shimmering images form
Behind inspiration and quickening pace
To fade with the music and ever be lost
Lest the pen of a poet can hold them in place
Most fickle of muses and teaser of tongues
To flirt with despair and to promise elation
We chase but remaining just out of out reach
Is the ghost of a girl which we call ‘Inspiration’
swooshed the wind right through me
as bleakly whispered in my ear
the unspoken muzzy words
left my stun as they steer
for now I knew something
I knew not before
as I saw the utmost ray of hope
consumed by the darkness
craving for more
such was its haste
mollifying the very urge
just like sun relieves its ray
right at its verge
I feel this coming over like a storm again,
kicking, clawing, lashing out for reign,
endure to ensure the leisure's of pain,
through the wheat your voice so distant of grain,
over the heart and through the veins,
discover the righteousness of the truly insane.
What worked that got me in is something I cannot fathom to begin,
the spill from the canvas of your body,
the crunch of the morrow through to sought thee!
Leave me in this field of disbelief,
Leave me be!
Darling, sweet darling throw me out to the sea!
I don't want to be, you see?
The arrows from the heart have now shot me,
they've begin to dig deep down to distraught me,
My mind fought me,
the dealers bought me with a sweet gasly fume,
month after month cascading down in doom,
leave me to whither down in a bitter craving crazed loon.
Society has me tangled in this web,
what's right from wrong,
what should be said,
across the seas who's blood we shed,
but, sooner or later we'll all be dead.
-Tammy Cusick
I crave your attention,
Because I don't know what it's like to have affection.
I crave your body,
Because no-one has ever offered me their mind.
I crave nights,
Because that's the only time I feel alive.
I crave you,
Because everyone else wants me to.
I need to start craving your affection,
So I can get your attention.
I need to start craving your mind,
Then, and only then, can I have your body.
I need to start craving the day,
So then the nights could be more real.
I need to start craving you,
Because I want to.
you're the very reason that I hold on . the inspiration for this song made this man into a ever lasting believer surrender throws my hands up in the air inside said show me something faith said come closer if you dare sweet love each time felt pouring through convincing beyond any doubt that I can't live without you so love away please stay you already know I can't play the game of round and round up and down people go in spite of brokenness anyway so love away please stay such wonderful love has my soul craving and i'm the one that you're affection is saving so love away please stay lord I want you to stay
"Oh you people," I call to the living
"Why do you lament so"
"There comes evil, it is thriving"
you answered, though
I think good may be hiding
so I'll search to and fro
"Oh you people," I call to the living
"Watch now as I go,"
"I'll find the good you're craving,
under earth, sea or snow,"
"I'll return to end your crying,
this I swear I know"
"Oh you people," I call to the living
as I search near and far
my journey is not ending
at what I thought was par
"But I made a promise I am keeping,"
I said to no one there
"Oh you people!" I call to the living
"I know not where I am!"
I said it was you I'm saving,
But I am lost, a sham
But you are far away, unhearing
Out here I am a lonely man
"Oh you people!" I call to the living
but you never hear my plight
yet what is that I'm seeing?
In the distance is a light
Now my hopes are ever freeing
a smile is my right
"Oh you people!" I call to the living
"I have found what you may seek!"
"There is good here, I have found it!"
"Though now I am old and weak!"
They hear me, their faces lit
they hear me as I speak
"Oh you people," I call to the living
as they come seeking water and bread
"thank you," they call through the building
their towers high and red
Finally done is my purpose
I find peace once I lie dead.
When you have those nights
Where you really miss your razors
And the sharp, quick relief they brought.
It's an addiction.
I want to rip my skin open.
And put the pain on the outside
Where I'm not the only one that can feel it.
But I can't.
Because I have work tomorrow.
With 100+ children.
Summer G.E.
I don't want anyone asking why Ms. Maia's covered in scratches.
They're so innocent.
I don't want to corrupt anyone.
Plus, I have a family vacation in a week.
Everyone will be there.
All my little cousins, everyone I love.
I already have to explain the scars.
I don't need new marks to lie away as well.
But I want to.
It's like I'm a beast.
Insatiable, and angry.
I'm broken and empty and lost, and I can't fix it.
Because I have work.
And family.
And people.
So I'm just going to have to deal.
I’ve been under the radar
been running so fast;
don’t want you to slow me down
‘cause a lady like me goes hard.
I’ve had my fun
been presented with the offers:
Guys that want to play games,
give out lies like puppies for Christmas
always looking over a shoulder,
but I ain’t down with that;
Guys that want a commitment
ready for a diamond ring sealed with a kiss
craving that “give and take” shit
but I don’t want none of that;
Guys so eager to be fathers
a wife that waits on hand and foot,
an outlet for rage, a solution to problems,
but I won’t settle for that
So sick of the small talk, awkward encounters,
all the strings we pull and cut, but never tie,
exhausted from trying to understand
a map of a thousand routes to anywhere.
I’ve had my flag raised
my declaration of independence;
ink is my first love
that has built four walls
strong enough for all the bullshit and drama.
I don’t want to hear your sad song,
don’t care if I have to do this alone
‘cause I keep moving even when the world stops;
with dreams like these, I was born a free spirit
liberated by the possibilities of all the unknown.
