boys who aren't worth the breath you use to say their name.
go take up someone elses time.
I have too much to live for to waste my time on you.
I deserve more, so I demand more.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
I caught myself today. I almost could have missed it. "I'm always happy to see this person, I have to smile bigger or they'll know something is wrong." But I didn't feel like smiling, or being happy. Because I dont feel like I am where I belong, like I fit here. Or that anyone else seems to realize that.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
I dont write as much as I used to.
Not because I don't have as much to say.
But because I've found that I no longer have
to write in rhymes to find reason.
Because the truth is, I'm happy.
B.A.
JCM 2014 ©
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
you know its spring
when the chill of winter
releases the song of the finch
with the ripples of joyous paean.
when the robin from her nest
does her up-down dance
on the miry ground in search
of those that creep and crawl
when mud awakens
from its solidified slumber
to splash rampantly about
when children peel layers
to run under the cobalt sky
JCM © 7/10/13
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
In fighting for you
I lost.
I lost the most important
thing worth fighting for
I lost myself.
No longer, carefree, fun loving.
not even close to happy.
I was a mess.
I was hurt, angry, scrambling to retain
anything from us that I could.
I didn't understand.
I looked at myself, I didn't understand what I was
doing, who I was becoming.
I still don't.
I look at you, why did you do what you did
and who did you become because of it
Do you know.
I look at us. and I realize. there is no us.
There is a you, and there is a me and to each
other that is all there can ever be.
Will we ever be happy, without us.
JCM © 7/11/13
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
I can never forget how you made me feel, you made me feel
hurt, abandoned, rejected.
That kind of heartache drove me to anger. I wanted to hate you. And not just what you did
to me, I wanted to hate everything about you.
But that is not me.
The agony of hating would have been worse than that caused by loving someone who didnt
love in return. I couldn't do it.
I would rather be alone and loving you, than alone and hating you.
I am a lover not a hater.
I am also a fighter, and I fight for what I love and I loved you.
Thats why I fought so hard.
I fought to keep you.
To save us.
To save what I thought was worth it.
Because our love, however hopeless and impossible it was.
Was everything to me.
JCM 2013 ©
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
in my hands I hold
the remains of a gift
once freely given
and received unprotestingly
this gift, the only thing worth
giving. pure, whole.
the only thing to offer.
given willingly, prayerfully,
trustingly.
it was meant to be cherished
respected, protected.
nurtured and grown.
then my trust was betrayed,
broken, abandoned
now I feel I can never,
ever let someone promise to
cherish and protect me
for now I find
that all that remains,
are remains
JCM 2013 ©
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
graduation, set them free
to discover who they'll
one day be
caps with tassels of red
or white, smiles that
shimmer and radiate bright
rings with names, years and gems
rest on the fingers of those in
columns of two
glossy diplomas embossed
with pride, words of achievement
heads held high
cards of congratulations from
friends and family, words of
encouragement written down
snap a shot with him then with her
in a few years this day will become
a happy blur
beaming parents whistle and roar
signs and homemade banners
rooting for #50, 7, 69 and 44
hugs, kisses, a final cheer
soon will be remembered
in yesteryear
graduation, set them free
to discover who they'll
one day be
JCM 2013 ©
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
What becomes of love when it is old
when it is old it is as a desirable lace
intricate and woven with time, highly
desired and coveted by all
What becomes of love when it is new
when it is tender and delicate, as a
newly sprouted blade of grass. pushing
through hardship and growing roots
What becomes of love when it is spurned
when it is spurned it becomes as ash or a
snowflake. easily crushed or blown away
by the winds of hurt and defeat
What becomes of love when it is embraced
when it is embraced it is a fire, not the kind that
scorches or chars. but the kind that engulfs your
soul and glows with the happiness only it can bring
JCM 2013 ©
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC