I want you to take as long as you need to decide what you really really want.
I want you to make your decisions without pressure from me .
I want you to know that you don't have to fit in your size zero anymore.
You will always be special to me and I will love you unconditionally.
I will love you to my dying day and I've never cared what others thought of me.
I know you know that but I wanted the one who wrote a nasty poem to know.
Not a poet and know it and know what's in your pure and unprejudiced heart.
You are sweetest and the most interesting and fun lady I've ever met and you
still are the only one I want to read to, have snowball fights with and sit by a
warm fire to to stop the chills, spend endless hours talking to, the one with the
gorgeous smile that brightens my day, the one who I love seeing walking in
without an appointment, the one I always put calls on hold for, the one who's voice
makes my heart race when I always answer your calls, the one with the musical laugh
that I can't get enough of. You are the one I want to be in my life even if we are
just friends. You gorgeous one are worth waiting for and growing old waiting for.
All I want for Christmas is your happiness now and forever Betty Ponder.
Never ever forget this, you are the only one I'd eat tofu with and for AND
you are the only one I will ever call a beautiful storm that blew me away.
I have spaces between my fingers
And scrapes along my knees
And there are cracks between my lips
They're holding empty, useless words
Now can you see - that i am not complete?
Im waiting for your arrival
and when you come, please do not leave
In the moments that are waiting, crisply, to break into floods of
daytime-issues of deadlines and dirty dishes,
In the moments where procrastination is a smile and a fine lie nestled
tight between hope and reluctance
this will happen:
thoughts of warmth, glory and wisdom will flutter
through your spirit- rare beasts, jeweled fruit-flies
waiting to be caught, just as long
10 minutes left
you struggle to hold to you
hours of wonder, days of mirth
all felt that one September night, when the rice had warmed your belly
and softened your eyes
and the sky was kinder reflected in the city drains
because at that particular hour at hand, they were rivers of a foreign land
saturated with dreams and magics-transmuted by the rains.
6 minutes left
caught the last train
home waited behind a line of tired women without eyes
they were trees maybe
or rushes by the river whispering of a home before a
home before this one,
some ancient stony place of arches and pools
i don't quite know
as the tracks beating under made them hard to hear.
4 minutes left- does thought really
cross at 'the speed of god'?
Such lines from plays by beloved men haunt one at the strangest times.
Thus, inspiration once struck, dims.
Thus, the end of the page approaches.
"Thus." cruelly, super-ego laughs.
Thus, work begins.
I try to remain calm
Simple conversation fuels curiosity
My focus is acute
I want to be reckless
I attempt to seem distant
I am hiding
Like a predator circling prey
I am waiting
Leaping prematurely could be costly
My hunger justifies risk
I want to be reckless
Compel me to behave appropriately
I am screaming
Secrets disguised as lies
I am hunting myself
I want her exposed
For I am exposed
I am vindictive
I want to pull and rip
Strip her of shame
I am burning
I want to fuck her in front of the world
I want to be reckless
© Christopher Chronister. All rights reserved
They say that love is meaningless
They say that it is everything
They say it hurts
They say it heals
They say it like they know.
But what do they know about love, really?
Do they see it the way I do?
Do they recognize the pure innocence of the young;
And how they look at everything with wonder,
Like a tea-spoon
Do they feel the sinking feeling of your stomach hitting the bottom of the ground
Every single time I see your eyes?
And how it hurts to see them in my dreams.
Do they realize that I'm stronger than the average person
Because my heart is so big I must protect it;
From the control that you have over my life?
Do they understand that I am weak and will rely on you to give me hope
Because my smile will fade and only you can bring it back?
Do they see that I believe not in romance but in love;
And that there is just one person out there for all.
And I can tell from the moment we meet?
Do they hear the song I sing for someone to love the way I do;
Where your heart becomes filled with the hopes and desires
Not of me but everyone else?
Do they feel the call I make from deep within my soul
To wake one day and be half of a whole
And do so everyday until I'm old?
Do they contemplate the existence of life without love;
And come to the same conclusion,
That life without love is no life at all.
Do they wonder why I am a repellent
To all things that my body and mind pray for
Silently as I lie in the meadows of thought?
My whole life, everything I do;
It revolves around you,
And you keep changing,
You always have nice hands
You continuously move and shift through dimensions
While I stay here waiting for your vowel
Not changing at all except for the growing hole only you can fill.
I have not met you properly,
Each time it someone else who wears your mask
I long for the constellations of your skin
To brush the earth of mine
And make new starts and galaxies
That only we can wonder
I am waiting on a drum stool
That replays the pounding of my heart
Full with love and devotion
But no where to place it
For you have not arrived.
They say they understand love but they do not understand at all.
Love consumes you and controls your thoughts
Till you are absolutely nothing but love.
I am love,
with no one loving
To give my love a meaning.
Come and find me
Be my swan.
So there is real life
And then there's fantasy
And somewhere in the middle
I get it, I think
At least I think I see
But still I wish that you could better explain it to me
I'm caught up in coincidence
Lost in metonymy
Every metaphor I come across
An extension of my being
I'm so lost
A battle that I can't define
Rooted in believing
A date with fate I can't avoid
But have no business seeing
I remember telling my best friend of how I once saw god
He clammed up and got real quiet
Waiting for me to go on
But there was no more to say
And on that day
I knew what it meant to be free
It was frightening
And deeply affected me
My life ever since has been a spiritual tragedy
I don't know how to fix it
I'm not sure what to think
It scares the shit out of people when I tell them
That God is all I see
Poem a day, day 9
Waiting on my lover
Ready and waiting
Been ready for ages
Ready and willing
What a joy it will be
To finally give myself
Over to my lover's arms.
Surrender to each other.
But the ache in this wait,
How long now lover?
When I need to show you my love
And you're not there.
When I want to wrap my arms around you
But you're not here.
And all these needs and desires
Are held inside
With nowhere to go
Building up pressure
The release valve seems
But not quite right
Waiting for my lover
There is no-one else
Worth waiting for
first touch of
seasons have passed
as autumn falls
bare trees lose
red berries, once filling
a flow of movement
match the full heat
of her heart, that now
feeds from an empty
source, a potential well
cold, one once filled
with light inspiration
pain and grieving
her eyes glassy, tears
mirroring the blue
skies that light up
the city, snowflakes
start falling, disguising
the flurry of droplets
hitting her cheek
painting patterns that
take form and shape
on her body below
investing in herself
she let her heart
set free as a bird
because it has been
for so long
letting go, never felt
more fatal than a
golden bullet straight
through her heart.
Days after, the blood
spilled from inside her
leaving a stained mark
where she had sat
a free bird on
a park bench waiting
but she never came
she never came
and this girl will never
be the same after
her love for her unknown.
© Sia Jane
[D]etachment means letting go and nonattachment means simply letting be. (95)
It's that time of the year again,
It's everyone's favorite time of the year, ladies and gentlemen.
It's time to be happy,
Stop feeling so crappy!
Kiss under the mistletoe,
Let your love show.
Presents under the tree,
Presents for you and me.
Hot chocolate with marshmallows,
And so much good food until you can't swallow.
Don't take these for granted,
Leftovers could have been all someone wanted.
Pray for those who aren't safe and sound,
For the lost souls waiting to be found.
Greet everyone you love,
And thank the man above.
Moonlight washed me in its white crane wing
And she didn’t know I was far away
Quietly leaving her door!
Each glistening grain spoke her pain
Cajoling me to go back to her warmth
And not court the windswept shore!
How would they know I was not there seeking love
But dig deep the earthen night
Find something more!
Something more than love
More treasurable more eternal
Waiting to be discovered in that lunar carnival!
The sea knew the secret
But the waves wouldn’t return
What’s destined as a lover’s fate!
As the night waned in hush
Dimmed the moonshine
Slowed the wind’s rush
I stood on her door
And she took me in her warmth
I couldn’t be far!