PoetWhoKnowIt: Favorites

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Morgan

I touch you all of the time
hoping maybe one day it'll feel
like something more than not him
Because I'm numb to every hand
that isn't attached to his wrist
I wanna love you, I do
But I'm sick
Jaded like an illness
That eerie frustration when your voice
distorts itself in my mind;
Melts into the rhythm and tone of his
& all I can hear are all of the things that he's said
And just like that you are gone
Swallowed by a sea of lingering memories
Like a shadow over everything
I'm looking but I don't see you
I wanna love you, I do
But I'm not falling for you
I'm just searching for a glimpse of him
in the glimmer of your patient eyes

There is a steel cage that holds my insides
No one goes through
No one comes out

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Regarding Her

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Chloe K

Regarding Her

It's not our faults we were happy
Maniacally, brilliantly happy,
Midnights in hot water and cold air, breathing into eachother's necks,
"But what will happen when summer ends?"
We scrabbled at each passing moment with stubby fingernails
Teary eyes on champagne nights
We always knew we were no more than fleeting chaos,
Beautiful ******* chaos,
We may have fit together in all the wrong ways but we were such a pretty sight.
I could not crack open your weary mind,
I could not crawl inside with a wrench and Phillips screwdriver and right all the wrongs,
But I could whip your brain cells into a frenzy.
I was everything that you did not need,
But we were everything that we wanted to be.
We tumbled our way down the domino track to the very last peice,
And when our inevitable tragedy came like a cyclone, we threw up our hands in surrender on the last loop of that rollercoaster.
And love has many meanings,
So don't doubt that I meant what I said, love.

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

what it means to me

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

kylie

what it means to me

retrain your brain to really know what love is
its not about whats under your shorts but the feeeling you get
when you see them
and your stomach drops
and your world stops
and its not that theyre youre everything
but a hell of alot
*** is a yes
but gender does not matter
in my opinion, not your religion
love does not discriminate
despite that cliche
love is to anyone youd die to see happy
youd sacrifice something just to make them smile
because that makes you smile
its worthwhile
love is overwhelming and you feel wonderful and natural and free
and you feel like youre a cup being filled with soda thats about to spill over
but i dont care because thats what you mean to me

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

i'd ask if you're 'okay'

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

maybella snow

i'd ask if you're 'okay'

but i'm not 'okay' enough to ask

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Hi, it's me, Nita

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

NitaAnn

Hi, it's me, Nita

And Just Me.
No clichés…
No humor…
No pretending…
Just Nita without the famous mask talking to you
And you know who you are, if you’re still here, and if you read this
(however, if you read this and you even think it’s you, but it isn’t then it probably applies to you – so yeah, then I’m talking to you too)

Last night I cried for you…
I cried for you and I cried for me…
I cried for all of us.
I cried for all of the hardship & pain you have had to endure in this life,
I cried at the unfairness of it all.
I cried for all the kids and adults who were damaged beyond repair
By the people who were supposed to love them the most.

I cried because you trusted me enough to reach out to me
I cried because I wasn’t sure what to do to help.
It broke my heart to hear you say that no one loves you
And to know that you really believe you are bad and unlovable.
I know you’re scared
I know you hurt
I know that you think there is only one way out of the all-consuming pain.
I believe you when you say you can’t do it anymore.
I know you feel that way.
I know because I feel that way too.

I know about all of those things.
What I don’t know is how to help you get through it.
How to make it okay for you.
For any of us.

I care about you.
I love you.
But I know that my voice is not nearly as loud as the critic inside of you.
The one who has convinced you that you don’t matter
That you are bad and unlovable the world would be better off without you.
I don’t know how to fight that voice either.

If I were with you right now
I would sit with you
I would bandage your cuts for you.
I would tell you in person that I care.
I think of you
I cry for you
I wonder how you are doing.
In fact, I’m wondering how you are doing right now.
I don’t know if you are dead or alive.
I don’t know if you made it through the night.
I hope you did but I don’t know.
That’s selfish of me to say – because I understand not wanting to,
And the mere pain of actually “waking up” day after day.

I’m sorry if my suggestions last night seemed to you like putting a Barbie band-aid on a point blank shotgun wound to the chest. I’m sure it must have felt like that. Sometimes I wish I had a tourniquet instead. But I don’t. But at least I didn’t offer you any kool-aid, or tell you to hold an ice cube, or peel an orange , right? (cuz we know that **** don’t work for sure!)

I don’t know the way out of this, my friend.
If I did, I would scream it from the rooftops.
But I hope you know that even though I am absolutely 200% insane & totally unhelpful,
I do care about you.
And I thank you for inviting me into your life…and for leaving your footprint on mine.

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Candle In The Storm

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Noah

Candle In The Storm

Well there is no scheme it seems
To me
To be so plainly abstract
                As this
      But I put words apon a page
        And now I feel it
The bliss of knowing
            The bliss of feelings
                     The darkness of knowing this could be
     Your.        Last.           Breath.
But I'm still here
        You still hold me in your heart
   You are my candle in the storm
                 And together we embrace and consume
   The darkness we fear so much

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Blind

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Jeremy Bean

Blind

I believed in magic once
but I think it may have died
for I cant remember the last time
I looked into your eyes.

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

And got it.

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Simon Soane

And got it.

In this place you purr,
unperturbed and content,
pens plentiful,
not restrained or contained
but still,
and you,
with view.

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

Northern summer

Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt

CA Guilfoyle

Northern summer

Pillow, soft nest of dreams, she slept upon
gorgeous birds embroidered flew
across lakes, blue water fields

swells of seas break, calling swans home
willowy winds sigh, whispers, feathers fly

willow tree shadows alight her slumbering walls
as northern summer fades to Fall

this is an older poem. revised