2sided2

2sided2 Jun 2013

Love

Love
Could be standing on your front step
But you're so use to
Solicitors handing you pamphlets
Full of false words and hope
That you never answer the door
Anymore

You use to sit and wait
For every knock
But now you peak through the blinds
Just to sit back down
And ignore the shuffle of shoes
Walking away

Even though
You don't know
Which shoes
Are being stepped in
By your soul mate

2sided2 Jun 2013

Not Everyone's a Fish

Your words are
A delectable fishhook
A chase
For the necessity
Of feeding
The heart
A punctured hole
In my cheek

You grab me
I can't squirm free

You tug the hook
From my mouth

And throw it back
For someone else

I'm just the catch of the day
Left with an everlasting scar
I swim away

2sided2 Jun 2013

Beautifully Lost Words

Washing
Widowed words
Left by
Persnickety poems
Off the back window
Of my car

They glide
Down the metal
Fall
Past tires
And
Silently splash
On the concrete

Escaping
Through the cracks
And staining
The driveway
Like a kiss
On a frail white paper
Next to where you
Sign your name
Sincerely

Disordered sentences
Cover the path
I cross
Everyday
To get to
-No better place than-
Home

2sided2 Jun 2013

Why Picking Flowers is Cruel

The flowers
They are alluring
But they are not ours to pluck
They belong to the earth
And they belong to the dirt
Who have fathered them since seed

The flowers
They are delicate
But they are not ours to break
They belong to the sun
And they belong to the sky
Who have mothered then since sprout

We pick flowers
And give them to the ones we love most
Not ever realizing we are killing a living thing

We pull petals from the stem
Screaming "They love me, They love me not"
Not even realizing we are taking a life

From something
We can't even take a second
Of our time to appreciate

What does that show about us..?

2sided2 Jun 2013

Your Mind

I want to sit criss-cross
On the floor of your mind
And quietly observe the trains
That derail in your head
Throughout the day

I want to browse
The walls of your mind
Because i know that's where
You hand your favorite paintings

I want to follow
The path your mind wanders down
That leads to the grave yard
Of never carried out ideas

I want to explore and search
Your beautifully tattered mind
Until i find what left you
Broken and without inspiration

2sided2 Jun 2013

Poetry Club

Take me on a date
To the poetry club
So we can dance all night
To the words
The creative minds spill from their mouths
Slipping through the holes in the microphone
Only to come out as music

Take me on a date
To the poetry club
So we can drunk the silent thoughts
Of the listening souls seeking for inspiration
And get drunk to the music
That slips through the holes in the microphone

Take me on a date
To the poetry club
So i can admire the way your head tilts
Slightly left when you observe
The standing body embracing
The empty stage
Speaking words filling you to the brim
With love

Love for the poetry club

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