Under cozy cover,
Windows frosted opaque.
Only for my lover,
I venture out to coffee make.

But alas in bed I tarried,
For this poetic diversion.
She asked "did the man i married
have  a bohemian conversion?"

"What happened to my capitalist?
Defender of the cave.
So engaged in literary bliss,
T'is an odd way to behave."

"Sing-songing your words,
In verse and clever rhyme.
Like delicate spice and subtle herbs.
Or the sages throughout thyme

But I warn thee, be not delayed,
My coffee for to make.
For those vows we once relayed,
Covered-not this grave mistake!

In mid-verse to pause I must,
This poetic treasure trove.  
And with greatest haste, raise dust,
For coffee* and for love.


*Technically for cappuccino, but still for love

walking to the light, I'll play hopscotch on the way. 1 hand grenade short of hope, with a switchblade in my shoulder. if a had the time I would cut the rope that ties you to your boulder but we are made this way so you must break that boulder. without the time to stop or even look back, all we can do is move on. with all these signs it's hard not to turn but I'm walking a line to the light. in the dark of night I find my way while everything else is black and gray I'll focus on what is bright. so at the dawn as the sun starts to rise bringing light to the land feel free to follow my path and we'll make a road so more can go walking to the light.

Ignorance
is beautiful
when it's strung together with metal links
and hung like chains in the candlelight
so the world can see it glisten on the sour part
at just the right time.
My body,
liked to **** up that ignorance
late at night when the moonlight uncovered my hidden despair,
my secret wish that you could be mine,
so that I could pretend like it still didn't hurt that much,
like it still wasn't painful to open my eyes
when the sun came up.

When my future became blurry,
I found clarity in the comfort of the past
because truth is,
I knew it well.
So I opened the lock on the wrecking ball cabinet,
let it explode all over my life
burnt out all the flame remnants
with my fingers,
numb.
I let myself love this stencil someone
of everything I told myself I'd never give excuses to
no more,
because that was easier,
pure ignorance was more painless
than admitting
I still needed you,
after all these days.

I mean,
how is it we continue to want those that break us apart?
And why is it we can erasing the memories, tearing and tugging the stitches
but people still remain in our hearts?
I mean,
how is it after this complicated translation
I still want back to you,
I still want
you.

It didn't make sense to me,
and I cruelly didn't want it to make sense to you.
So I fragmentaly kept it covered in my safety guard,
my ignorance
because that's easier than sinking into innocence,
calling out help, tracing out apologies on your skin,
begging you to believe that trust is more than just
some cacophony I've prepared in the back of my soul.
It's easier than trying to get you to believe in me again.

I didn't want to admit that I needed you,
but I do.

Ignorance
is beautiful

when it's strung together with metal links
and hung like chains in the candlelight
so the world can see it glisten on the sour part
at just the right time.

When I cry I have to hide
Afraid of what others might see
When I'm so vulnerable
When my walls break down
When I let go
Can't stomach that I'm only human
That I hurt that I have feelings
I only want to be numb
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my grip
So close I might slip
Don't want to feel love
Rage is In my grip
Burning burning
Heating up
I'm dying dying
Falling out
Crying crying
I won't be fine
I'm done with rules
I don't care
I won't care
I done so done
I'm losing my sight
The walls have gone red
My heart is dead
Turn my music up loud
And walk the streets
Put away fear
I can't afford to feel

i was born sturdy;
infused with different elements
fixed and molded to a perfect shine.
unlike others,
i was made with a dream
to go far, to travel, to mean something.
but i couldn't.
because
i'm
me.
you see,
my type and i,
we're all made to go
in the same path
because
we're no different
from
one another.

i once laid sound asleep in my room
until i heard a
BANG
that sent me soaring.
i ran and i flew
excitedly seeing the world
like a baby bird whose wings
had carried him through the sky
for the very first time.
majestic and unstoppable;
i flew.
until suddenly,
the world shifted.

terrified,
i looked around desperately
while i broke through the air
like a hammer through glass
like a shoe on a chip
like a fist through a wall.
and my heart sunk.
i could see the clouds above
then
the ground below.
they were watching me,
pressuring me.
but i couldn't stop.
the skies had turned black
and red
and i
pounded through skin
and i
panicked.

questions overwhelming
my ****** core
is this all i am?
is this all i could be?


and i had to face,
right then and there,
that this is what i was made for;
to ****
to hurt
to destroy.

my deed is done.

I can't imagine, I don't know
If your heart is bleeding hurt;
Or are you carefree laughing?
Thought you'd abort
And leave me grabbing,
For a ledge
Just on the edge
Of oblivion,
Most precise
Division, fission, scission,
In so little concise;
But if you are happy
I sincerely hope you are merry,
This is not meant to be sappy
Of this happening I was weary,
Speeding on a highway all along
We sang a song,
So out of tune
That the end came soon,
Yet earlier than expected
Like a spy you defected,
So I hope you've forgotten me
Because if time with you ended in Z I'm at C,
Almost back to my beginning
Soon we'll both be winning,
But I'll never forget you
If I could I'd hold my breath,
Till in the face I am blue
Take your memories to my death,
If you didn't, now you know...
© okpoet

You rushed to my side
Even though I never called you
When I was slipping

Picked me up
When I had not told you
That I had fallen

Supported me
When I had not bothered to mention
My legs were weak and trembling

I don't know what
I would do, or be
Without you
For even the thought
Rings false in my mind

I feel as though I am nothing
On my own

I remember the first time
I saw your face
Heard your voice ringing out
Clear as a bell

You have been here
For what seems
Like ages

My chest is warm
And I am content
Know that I have you
At the beginning
Or when all else is spent.

(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)