Not the way you touch my hand so lightly as you speak.
Not the way your eyes ooze into my will.
Oh no, Not that.
Not the way you breath so softly as you sleep.
I cozy up to your face on the pillow savor every breath.
Silently I yearn to share every essence of you.
Not your mouth.your lips that quiver with anticipation
as I draw you close to me. a preamble of what is to be
unspeakable pleasure your eyes twin abysses.
Oh no. Please speak a word. any word.
Now my darling for every whisper is a symphony.
a treasure like no other.Each more priceless than the other.
Your hands were made to hold my heart forever and no other.
Slender fingers serpentine. to slither and caress. Oh sweetheart
My love My dearest your hips they sway a pulsing rhythm that I can
hear, a bossa nova.Cool and warm is your charm.
Have I not loved before?
Clearly,This way is like no other.
I lay awake on endless nights and shudder.
Wipe the silent tears away.Mourn the day
when I have lost your way to another.
I do so love you.
I wish that I were ten again,
Just to see the things as they were then,
Back when life had a slower pace,
And I had a much younger face.
I'd run wild and barefooted through the park,
And play kick the can 'til after dark.
And I'd outrun every firefly
That lit up my late, late Summer sky.
I wish that I were ten again,
Just to hear the way I'd say amen
Each time good Marion would swear
When I'd put a beetle in her hair.
And she'd jump and scream and call me names.
Oh, we were crazy kids with silly games.
It did not take much to make us smile,
Oh, to be ten again for one short while.
I wish that I were ten again,
Life was so very different then...
We'd turn this valley upside down,
Whenever the fair came to town.
Exploring every hidden thing
Their mysteries and magics bring.
And how they'd swell and light the night
So big and loud and fierce and bright!
And there were times that I'd skip class
Just to make trails in the tall, tall grass
Right outside Baker's General Store,
Before they called Dad into war.
Before things that I could not understand
Brought him back a different man.
A man who's heart could not recall
The child playing basketball.
That's why I'd climb that tree at my Grandma's house
As cleverly as any mouse,
And I'd climb as high as I could get,
And stay there 'til the sun would set.
And I'd watch the colors of the sky,
As the nighttime drifted by.
No, I don't mind every now and then
To wish that I were ten again...
Copyright © 2000 Richard D. Remler
"I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired,
now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive,
I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that."
~ Ray Bradbury (Dandelion Wine)
I had a dream
To live in the mountains,
With a dog,
A black border collie to be exact,
Become an author,
Write a book
Hang out in that mountain.
I had a dream,
That one day
I'd go on a road trip,
Just me and my best buds,
Just living a life
with no worries at all.
I had a dream
That I'd grow up happy
Don't care about the money,
Don't care about the stress,
I had a dream,
You crushed it with a
That's never gonna happen
Because you're gonna spend
Seven years studying
Being all techy,
You won't have time for your
Stupid little dog,
Or your mountains,
None of that would
Your road trip?
You'll be spending time on the road
Towards the city,
Where you'll go to work
Where you'll suffer
For the rest of your life.
Your worst idea
Is growing up being
Happiness is when you finally become
But that ain't never gonna happen to you,
Success isn't for lazy pigs
Who cause parents to split apart,
Who ruin lives,
Who dream of stupid dreams
Like living on mountains
With a dog.
You're gonna stay this way,
Perhaps be my little servant one day.
You wanna talk about dreams?
Well my dream
I have one last dream,
It still lives on
It grows bigger and bigger
It's the only one left,
That I still hold onto
To save someone
From a car accident,
I pray it's soon,
I pray it's now.
I'll prove you wrong,
And I'll finally die
old makeup spilled on my floor
dirty clothes strewn on my floor
You can hardly see the carpet for all the clothes carelessly being trodden on. Blue holiday lights are strung around the mirror. I am watching Andy Warhol eating a hamburger on a new, thousand dollar laptop, slick-as-a-whistle, paid with a swipe. For the past six months, I have had less than four hundred combined checking and savings, and that number dwindles by the day. I have no groceries, but I've got fistfuls of orange prescription bottles, and I was handing pills out like candy (but they are needed, much and every day).
Where did all these bills come from?
Suddenly, it costs money to breathe.
Eating? Oh pshaw, that costs money, and the store's six blocks away.
I pout on my throne of dirty cotton, thinking I get what I ask for, when I ask, and it always comes--at a price! It's always over a hundred dollars more than I could spare and brings bad luck, moreso than a couple broken mirrors would, even if they were smashed over a the back of your mother's black cat.
"Quick! Let's do designer drugs with the paltry change given by our parents! I wouldn't feel like I wasn't nothing, nothing at all," I say, batting my eyelashes, "Wouldn't they feel proud of our feelings of entitlement to the greater things in life and consciously responsible adult-like decisions?"
I crack open my father's checking account with the swipe of a magnetic strip,
it makes me seem responsible when he sees I just use it for pills and foodstuff.
(I prove I love him and he loves me this way)
Now, together, we will buy strawberries with his money,
they must be four dollars, at the very least, then we eat like the bourgeoisie (!)
I kiss the cheeks of my reflection in the bathroom
tousling my hair, tipsy, as I touch up my face by
licking the tips of eyeliner up like a cat's little tail,
the ends of eyes, coated with eyeliner as black as
my tightest velvet pants and dark, dark heart.
We go together.
You should move to a big city
and I'll come call, prepaid, with
a voice that is thick and ripped,
chattering of sugar-white beaches
as I cross the seas all on a plane,
all the while drunk on red wine,
twirling my fingers around, with
bags under eyes, a little anemic
(I think it adds to the glamour)
We will go out to a dimly lit place
We will go out dancing then after
I will put on dab perfume under my ears and on my wrists,
I will wear black tights for pants, but first, do a little cocaine
and you will fasten the clasp on my silver necklace tonight,
while I smoke, before helping me put on my favorite fur
And we will go see Andy, at the factory
I hear he's doing something
with that Basquiat fellow (!)
I will go follow false luxuries, come with me.
I will gamble with you in Monte Carlo or Las Vegas,
just as long as you pay my rent at $695 per month,
until I die, or something else.
I am waiting for a twenty two.
Two eleven's have past but they will not do
from Piccadilly to Putney
home in time for ham,cheese and chutney
and here it comes.
Humming along brum brum brum
get on the bus
swipe the card
not too hard
taking a seat take the weight of my feet
and in the air from up the stairs the smell of food
someone is chewing on chicken
sucking on bones
the women in front are gabbling in phones
and the child behind cries
I've dropped my fries
then an old lady slips on these crispy fried chips
and the bus comes to a halt.
The driver jumps up
screaming this isn't my fault.
Not my day at all
just wanted to get home with no smell of chicken
no phones in my face
but now I'm stuck in the bus
face to face
with the realisation that Putney and ham with cheese and Chutney
is slipping away.
not my day at all.
Please don't be that way
What have I done?
I truly don't remember
Whatever it is, can't we just put the past behind us?
No need to keep score
You seem to be focusing only on the negative
Let's just live in the moment
A fresh start every day
I promise to be my best self
Oh, Karma Mia,
You hold my life in your hands
We'll be together always
P.S. (courtesy of fellow HP poet, Adreishka Moonlight)
Oh Karma Mia,
The past is past,
The present is a gift,
Will you give it to me?
im not sure how long you expect me to just sit here and watch you day after day be so perfect
and it's the craziest thing that day after day its been that way
i wish we could just meet up at that market that you speak of and
i'm sorry i didn't make it to that concert its not that i wasn't thinking i was just sleeping
if i die without saying anything, it can go a bunch of ways
i could get shot up by a cop but then again it could come from a gand or band
but if i die before i do say anything at all, then the world stays the same, and yeah it wil still fall, but the people will continue to suffer, which is what they need, they don't deserve to know what i know, plus it's to insane to hold what my rhmyes'll do to this world, in a second, i cant let them catch me, but the words will never justify how my life has been so i'll , a movie couldn't do it, and neither can the people i put in my will.
I am worth more than anyone before and to me your gold is foil for it's not talent it's a metal, but see to me talent is priceless kinetic energy processes it makes for provisinary comment which lead to heightening objects which is what keeps us on on to the next one kid
it's funny how comfortalble i am with not sleeping
and surely i know it's healthy to be eating but,
i havent eaten a really meal in months
my mom never noticed, in fact, nobody does
this worlds full of some that make weird decisions,
then they mess up and we're just supposed to listen
i got alot of simple probblems, from scribbles to songs from bills to concerts,
but there's one problem , that always gets me
its how at the end of the day kids go hungry
and what abot how nobody listens to those who speak softly?
I wish most days I didnt drink my coffee but my problems never come off me, infact
least with glue you just pick at it and usualy it goes away
i want to stay ...in a safe place, I wish the world wasnt a paperchase, I wish I was bass, I wish I had no taste, to just hide and hide inside some days that will be my escape
i talked to you a few days ago
wanted to give you more compliments
you ended it on a sour note
and this may be it
but you like it that way, for its all you know
i could read you like a book but i'd be stepping on your toes
most think slow i suppose
but nope not me
im straight happy sober not trembling while the rest are settling
and if your off with him
you're wasting your day, your time
cuz what this is, is alot further than rhyme
sometimes i wonder how
people can say they know you
take me for example
do you know that my favorite
color is black because it reminds me of night
and that anything is possible?
do you know that i love the ocean because
it reminds me of the last day i spent with you?
do you know that i like to sit by my window at night,
and watch the stars and wonder what is going on in the world?
do you know that i have the biggest heart of anyone you will
ever meet, in your lifetime?
do you know that, most nights, i fall asleep on a notebook full
of my most personal thoughts and poems- and not pillows?
do you know that my handwriting is messy because i have too many words
strung together from 26 letters of the alphabet and no time to write carefully?
i do not understand is how
you can say you know me when you
aren't even aware of the little things
that make me myself
(1.57am | j.g.)