at last, my love, you came to meet me!
at last, my stomach churns to greet thee.
so soon, you came, to lift my heart
(but deepen cupid's evil dart.)
how, now, my love, can you be with me,
through all god's tricks, which played you swiftly;
to whom, my heart, do i owe the pleasure?
but you, dear one, who came with leisure!
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
you were my first cigarette
so fast you burned, and sweet,
and made the spinning in my head
and sped my heart's slow beat.
when the last of you i'd breathed
and you and i were done
there were burns all over me
and an aching in my lungs.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
feel the muscles tensing there
softly hear my praises sing
raise my pulse, and pull my hair--
my body is a loving thing.
touch my neck: its hairs will raise
feel my goosebumps spread;
if your lips on mine should graze
i shall never join the dead.
but to you i'm only skin
and all my tears are not enough
to baptize me from how you've sinned
and how you took advantage, love.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
Hot as fire your tempers rage,
Cold, the song you sung
As you move and as you age
I hope from Hell your heart is sprung.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
God hath had a gen’rous hand in giving
Lovely things and pretty tricks to thee.
Long as I, my dear, retain my living
I, your other eyes, may help you see:
Your manner is much sweeter than my measure
Like scooping seas in tablespoons away,
And counting far more glitt’ring golden treasure
Than I could ever spend to make you stay.
Suppose this is the pain that I must shoulder;
Imagine that I give until I die.
You told me I was good, said you were colder
And when I called you pretty, asked me, “Why?”
But if I write my love, you can't complain
So I shall give you verse this way again.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
1. Stop to breathe.
Let each moment count,
Let every heartbeat shake you,
Spend your time in gardens of roses,
Coffee shops, rooms with fading books:
Spend moments chasing hours that
Will never return.
2. Love yourself.
You cannot pour from an empty glass;
You cannot give from an empty self.
Don't wait around for those who say,
"I'll love you when you're whole," or
"I can fix all of you that is broken."
Do not believe that you are broken.
3. Love your neighbors.
Not because any man commands it;
Love your neighbors because they are trying.
And so are you.
Like them, you cannot grow without love.
Like them, you are always able to give more love.
4. It's okay to leave when they hurt you.
It's okay to go, okay to withhold forgiveness.
Some wounds don't heal.
Your worth is not based upon how well you heal.
Time has a way of teaching you,
Giving, in pain, the lessons you must learn.
5. Repeat.
You are never done.
You are never too far gone.
You will be okay.
You will love again soon.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
How could you feel sad, I wonder
With a crown of leaves upon your head?
And with fresh softness in your voice,
I wonder why you wish for death.
There you sit, perched carefully
With vine leaves in your hair
And linger with your touch, and grin
And when I stop to smile, stare.
Who is it that's hurting you,
I want to ask, but don't.
I'd like to give you happiness
If you'd let me, but you won't.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC
if i loved you dearly, then,
would you think to stray?
if i needed you again
could i make you stay?
and if i wanted you to see
my person, who i am,
would it pain you so to be
asked to give a ****
if i loved, if i smiled
but still i wouldn't do,
if i'm not enough, my child,
what am i to you?
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
I cannot write you vengeful poetry;
No matter how I try, the point is moot.
If God would grant a loaded gun to me,
I doubt if I could ever point and shoot.
My heart has gone away, but it is fine
You need not hurt for me and need not mend
I’ve better things to do than sit and whine
And dare not bother you at this, the end
Now I may talk and sing of hearts denied,
And I may tilt my head and forward glare
Lord knows how I’d be laughing if you cried!
But would I be the cause? I wouldn’t dare!
No, I cannot write you vengeful verse;
This kindness is far greater than my curse.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
i think you only loved me
when i was frail and broken.
am i no longer lovely
if all my hurt was spoken?
and if i bear no danger,
and give you no more hell
am i, to you, a stranger,
now that i'm fin'ly well?
i think you only loved me
because you thought me small.
i think you used to love me,
but now you never call.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC