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sean-pugerude
sean-pugerude
American I am female. / I enjoy poetry. / Most days.
"I guess I'll talk to you later then." "Good-bye." "Bye-Bye." I wait. Until I hear the click. This is how it always ends. Why is it that when you're making plans I'm glued to the receiver thoughtful in the static Motionless then guilt stricken and uneasy I click You'll never know, I'll briefly wait in your pocket everytime
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Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
Post Conversation Dialogue
I Disaster Your breath broken What else could I do This barrier came from no where and with gentle trembling hands I pounded at it Fully aware and totally uncertain My hand on your knee It felt nice the first touch II A secret More like an idea not even a possibility personal, never hinted at you were never supposed to know but we always knew and wanted to let it out festering inside me though I hushed it I wanted to know your secrets and the grown-up drinks drew the courage out of me instantly light poured onto everything I could hear you smile I froze "When we talk on the phone sometimes I--" III "People who have people are the worst kinds of people" I said it, and I meant it and you hated it I just didn't understand. I hope you can forgive me. I had never known that love until you sought another How fickle I am Oh but the terrible sweetness of your fingertips on my waist to move me out of the way to see her IV Entangled in your wild youth spiraling downward I watched you slip and wepted for you, my friend. enveloped in fear You left I waited and you won an embrace a kiss Your fingers tracing shapes on my thighs until you touch me. V We're the worst kind of people.
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Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
Touch Me
We consider impossible possibilities and read from a dictionary of abstract words and try to grasp intangible ideas. its a perplexing and troublesome thing Altruism, Absurdism, Animism A constant clamor of chaos Word words words Only in context can you understand But how could I ever be sure? You hear it, but could you ever know? Does Idividualism, instrumentalism, Intellectualism Mean anything to you? Even if it does there’s a gap in perceptions the space between your eyes and mine is a world apart, never to meet Expression is futile we can never make any connections You reverberate in my ear and echo out of me I reverberate in your ear and echo out of you Pushing and pulling like the tide constantly eroding the meaning But once in a while when I look at you and say “I love you.” You say “I love you too.” By the twist of your mouth and the gleam in your eye I know our definitions are one, and the same Though our emotions are lost in translation and its challenging to put it into words Your reply causes such sensations I have no doubt.  You meant it.
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Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 5:53 AM UTC
Abstract Affections
Always the critic freeing to be above it and deny goodness
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Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
Bitterness
Perfect squares of light I found you on the carpet originating from dusty windows This is the landscape of my brief child-life as a kitten A cat nap in the sun                  Accompanied by: Surreal consciousness incomparable serenity and a gross, halcyon laziness I've yet to bear the weight of gender or "finding yourself" A feeling akin to jumping off a  swing or one to many stairs Easy And I feel As though I can live this moment forever But naturally, the sun must pass (I land) and the child is left in darkness
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Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 7:22 PM UTC
Cat Nap
What is time? An hour, minute, moment? A friend or an enemy? Always constant, reliable inevitable, unstoppable intangible, yet manageable Ages us Changes us destroys and heals yet it's true essence it never reveals
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Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 7:14 PM UTC
A late-night headache
The town is too small the minds are too narrow Points of view: fixated on the here and now but our eyes are set            On the future No place to        grow            live               be                  breathe We'll run, but only into more cul de sacs prepare coffee     set the alarm          for another replay              of yesterday                  of today                      of tomorrow I'll live on the hope that there's something greater out there because I know There's nothing left in me
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Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 7:10 PM UTC
revolutionary lovers