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 May 2021 B Morgan Talbot
Micah
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
Scarcely could I
give myself a name
my persona is illusive
its intrinsic I can't claim-

what is this 'I-ness'?
am I playing a silly game?
the more I try to grasp
the harsher I self-blame.
Some women belong to the Spring.
They're meant to bloom,
but they were never yours to keep.
and if you are to love,
love as the moon loves;
it does not seal the night-
it only unveils the beauty
of the dark.
Words can
Obscure
Reality,
Dousing all of
Senses with fierce emotions,

Smothering our logical thoughts and throwing off our
Poise.  They
Exaggerate what we
Actually mean and
Know.

Vexing
Our inner selves,
Loving and carrying
Us to higher places,
Meaning things we don't understand.
Enough.  It's time to think before speaking.
I grew with roots
planted firmly
inside my mother
and when those roots were ripped,
and I was pushed into this world
(unwillingly)

I screamed and cried

And every move since then,
every change,
every uprooting,
I've behaved the same.
 Aug 2019 B Morgan Talbot
Alex
Close your eyes
Take a step
Let it go
Let it flow
Just let go
As you fall
From the cliff
You are no longer stiff
For the ocean will catch your fall
As you end it all
Listen to the sea
As you forget to breathe
And just let go
Let the emotions flow away
They won't be there the next day
When you wash away
To somewhere better
Somewhere unknown
 Aug 2019 B Morgan Talbot
Maka
You repeatedly gave me red flags
And I took them each time
With a smile,
As if they were flowers.
I chose to look for green lights,
And in that way, I guess, I broke my own heart.
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