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watching the pain dry

you did not mistake -
no word play, not the product
of typo or errant
clenched eyes

labored writ,
the liver is failing,
the interval organs
a joint co-production
contribution,
the words demonized,
but truth cannot be
plausibly denied

all cast members
are rehearsing
preparing the last act,
interrupting with
exceptional,
expectorating refusals,
objections,


too*

this n'that

all their "too's"
are double O'd,
double ****** negatives
an overflow
bloodletting,
excessive overwriting
the playwright words,
maudlin can't be spoke in the present
of his
presence

revolutionary overridden by the
actors,
the words too hard,
to speak sob as long as I am
almost stilled but still
in the room

-
wrenching a bemused grin
guiding them & pain to a higher purpose,
admonish them with pleasured pleases

needs saying
as it writ and
carrying  the denouement
to a rightful conclusion
as
I know not
How far
My words
Shall travel
Where they
Will meet
With a similar
Frequency
And my feelings
Shall be
Deciphered
Riding those
Waves of
Similarity
Send a
Message
Back to
Me
Connecting dots
With words
Across
The cosmic
Path
One day
We shall
Meet
Through our
Words
I used to be able to smile
I used to be able to laugh
I used to be happy most all of the time
Now what do you think about that

I used to be able to write
A poem for you everyday
Now if I did you'd crumble them up
Throw all the poems away

I used to be able dream
I used to be able to sleep
I used to look forward to every night
But now all I can do is weep

I used to be able to love
I used to think our love was true
Now I can't feel anything anymore
Since you said that we were through

I used to be able to live
But now cause of something I said
There is no reason to live anymore
Now I just wish I were dead
too attractive for his own good
too attracted for my own good
this won't end well
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