I hate you
For letting me love you
When you never loved me

I would paint portraits of you
Printed in Gold and framed in Silver
But the only picture I can Paint
Is in my mind, of you, a mere shimmer.

I would sing for you
If I had a voice that would speak
Outside of my mind too
It falls silent

I would share all I have with you
Thoughts open
To yours, yet my mind
stops my words, leaves unspoken

What I wish to say
I would admire you
A masterpiece, work of art
But my gaze can't even stay

fixed on you, I get only a glance
before I get nervous and look
the other way waiting for a chance
to look at you some other day.

a poet who can't write
a dog that won't bite
a hill that can't climb
a clock with no time

an ist with no ism
undead but not risen
an endless schism
of self sedition and indecision

a two headed coin
a completely missed point
a light in the void
a limbless joint

Bo-Peep with no sheep
the shallowest deep
an unsailed sea
of dreamless sleep

Besides the screams and panic
Besides people becoming manic

Was the most haunting of sounds, ever to be heard
Surreal and hysterically absurd
As loved ones try to leave nothing unsaid
Was the continuously ringing cellphones of the dead

©Pauline Russell

You look right through
my soul
to see her standing new
and whole

If I could travel back in time
When you were mine

I'd still be with you
And we can stare at the ocean's blue

I can love you again at last






But that's only in the past