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Feb 2020 · 84
Orange Blues
C M Phyllis Feb 2020
Sparks
Flecks
Once existed in the sea
Of blue
That I saw within the bottomless space of your eyes
Open with a pupils large
Gone
Too wide to see the gold
Too awake to rest your head again
On my chest
Where you felt safe

Eyes wide open
Afraid
Of the image of yourself you saw in the mirror
Of the cold sore on your lips
Of the disease inevitable in a city full of life
Pain
Harm
Fear
A man willing to **** another for pleasure

Trauma
Running
Love lost, not regained but distracted
With music
Relationships  
***
No sleep

On top of the world,
You gaze down upon your city of tiny people
Too far away to teach, to reach, to love
To acknowledge that your bubble of thought
Can be broken by the single *****
Of a thorn
Or a kiss
If you let it

You gave the gold to the brown of those
Who love you
Who gaze at you with gold running down their faces
We can’t put the gold
Back in your eyes

Has it left for good?
The oranges hues
That once lit up the bright ocean blues
Of your mind?
Hospital Day 4
C M Phyllis Aug 2019
You stare off in to what seems a million worlds
So far away yet as close as the curls
Of lashes, dropped delicately over eyes dancing brilliantly in the light

Bright eyes, full of humor and smiles and pain
Looking to love those you felt you could save
From the horrors of what you had those eyes had seen

Perfect eyes, looking at what you long for and desire
At notes flying through the air at heights even higher
Than the notes flowing from your strings

Dark eyes, that I can't quite seem to understand
Sometimes it feels you try to hold the whole world within your two hands
Relying only on yourself for love that needs to be recieved

Loving eyes, teaching others what they should love in themselves
But my friend, with all the music on your shelves
Have you let your friends teach you what you should love about yourself?

Your eyes, eyes that deserve nothing less than the entire world
If you seek after it and learn to cherish what is yours
I hope some day I can even begin to understand what those eyes need

And perhaps in time
Come to turn them towards the delicate light
Already burning brightly inside
Friend, if you ever find this poem... I hope you love yourself. I hope you allow yourself to love others freely. I hope you find yourself in God and understand the gift you are to this world. Thank you for being who you are.
Mar 2019 · 204
Coffee
C M Phyllis Mar 2019
Coffee... Oh coffee
Rich in color, bitter in taste
Like the sweet kiss of an unfaithful lover
Or a pretty flaxen scarf upon my face

The buzz of sensations
Invades my foggy mind
But does it clear it, to sharpen the senses?
Or make useless every action I tried?

My bones have lost their quiver, the buzz is wearing off
I feel now only a dull shiver
And the ache from the loss of Your presence
My feelings have gone like a dry river

But it will not stay dry forever
It has watered a seed lying in the mud
While the feelings are gone, the strangeness has left
The love I have for you will be ever coursing through my blood.
I poem I wrote in class after I had too much caffeine and couldn't concentrate. An interesting concept though I think, that I would like to explore more.
Mar 2019 · 143
Alone
C M Phyllis Mar 2019
Softly singing
Softly crying
Softly dying

Softly singing, to keep herself sane
Softly singing, while dancing in the rain
She sang for joy and sang for tears
No one knew she'd be like this for years

Softly crying, while lying in beds
Softly crying, while thinking of friends
The ones she loved and the ones she lost
She cried for what her pain had cost

Softly dying, while sitting in the rain
Softly dying, from all of her pain
She sang in quiet and wept in silence
Her solitude was the greatest violence
2am poem on the experience of one human soul
Oct 2018 · 285
Variation on Haiku
C M Phyllis Oct 2018
Everything I have
Everything I am
I gave everything to you
Every move I took
Every word I spoke
I replayed them endlessly
Fearing my mistakes
And hating myself
For every misspoken word

When will everything all end
When can I leave it
Thinking I love you
When in truth I raised you up
To the standards that
I could never meet
Giving myself an excuse
To turn all my fears
Into some purpose


Did I love you then?
Did I love you for yourself?  
Do I love you now?
Did I simply want
A lovely friend I could love
Who cares who they are?
Because now I wish
Our friendship would have lasted
It's been a long time.

Did I love myself?
Did I love me for myself?
Do I love me now?
I cannot say.
All I truly know is that
I miss an old friend.
Just a concept I'm working on, I began with the traditional haiku format and then went on to vary the order of syllable numbers for each line. Enjoy, and constructive feedback is appreciated!
Jan 2018 · 239
Shame
C M Phyllis Jan 2018
I see your fingers, delicately curved around her neck,
Your face intentingly staring at shadows only you can see.
Whether playing with swords or fists or feelings or words,
I see you were not the one to play with me.

I played myself, lost in loves intruiging realm
But was it love of him?
Maybe. Or love of self

I saw in him what I wished to see in me,
Determination and calm, eloquence through unease.
I saw loving yet firm hands
Unspoken care for the ones he loved.

But I never saw the beauty,
Never the emotion,
Never the secrets or times of fear or devotion.
Never who he truly was...
But rather... who I imagined him to be.

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I miss you so, but more than that,
Almost selfishly,
I miss then idea of who you were. Who you were to me.
Music, quiet, humor and intelligence
Not to mention, maturity, strength, and dilligence.
You just had to go add poetry.

But that was simply my idea
Of who you were to me.
Not the real person
The man you are, the man you were meant to be.
Jan 2018 · 139
Out of Reach
C M Phyllis Jan 2018
As she sat in her small little corner
Wishing and hoping for mortar
Not made for bricks
And mixed not by hands
But made from the prints of her dreams

I noticed a small little smile
Spreading from her eyes to the tile
She looked up from her hands
And into my eyes
I swear my heart leapt a mile.

But quickly again I looked down to the floor
Not daring to hope or to wish for more
I quickly withdrew
And left there with you
My foolish dreams and emotions.

I shut myself up, not daring to hope
Leaving her wondering if it was something she wrote.
No dearest girl,
'Twas not you I abandoned
But simply the hope that we could have been friends.

She was left there alone, and thought she was damaged
But the fact was that simply no one had the courage
To walk up and say
"Hello, what's your name?"
And so she was left there alone.

— The End —