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 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
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"Them"
 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
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He said she was "she"
He said he loves "she"
He said he adores "she"

She says he was "he"
She says she loves "he"
She says she adores "he"

But why does she says
and he said?
Is she really "she"
and he is really "he?"

She and he were bounded by a red string
She and he were fated with lingering
attachments to a "he" and "she"
really, they were meant to be

Bounded by fate and destiny
That...they can see
a knot of friendship
only "them" can unleash

Bounded by fate and destiny
not by love and intimacy
but by morale and respect,
and friendship so unwrecked
 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
Dust
Emotion surged through me.
It flooded my eyes.

"No."
"Not now."
"I can't deal with you right now."
"I don't have the time or the energy
to deal with you right now."

Like a child, it pokes and prods,
begging, with pleading eyes,
for my attention.

"No."
"Not now."
"Get away from me!"

It tugs at my lower eyelids.
Similar to the way
a child tugs at your shirt
when it wants attention.

I shove it away from me,
"No."
I insist,
"Not now!"
"Leave me..."

I shove it through the doorway
and slam the door behind it.

"...alone!"
I shout as I slam the door.

Slamming my weight
upon the wooden door
to make sure nothing can open it.
I slump down to the floor
before the wooden door.

It twists and turns at the doorknob
but to no avail.
A doorstop,
shaped like
a troubled-minded
human,

slams her weight
onto the wooden board with hinges,
making it pop open
for a fraction of a second
before slamming
back into its socket in the wall.

"I told you to go away!"

It cries out to me.

"No!"

It whines.
I stand up,

"I said..."

I slam my hand onto the door,
It lets out a little whimper
as the door rattles in its place.

"leave..."

I shove my hand,
in a violent motion,
onto the doorknob.

"Me..."

I **** the doorknob
intensely.

"...Alone!"

I shout
as I wham the door open
in a violent fury.

There is nothing there.

"Where'd you go you lil' ****!?"

I stomp one foot
through the doorway
and peek around the hallway.
nothing.

I coolly step
back into the room
and calmly
shut the door.
I turn around.
There It is.
Sitting right there,
Innocently kicking Its legs,
staring me directly in the eyes.

There is no escape
from overwhelming emotion.


The tears pour down my cheeks.
I really like this work.  I don't know if it counts as poety, but I like it nonetheless.
 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
Dust
Stop.
Go away.
Don't touch me.
Don't talk to me.
Just shut up,
Accept it,
And go away.

I don't want your endless apologies.
I don't want your insincere “sorries”
It's over.
I'm done.
Just **** it up
And go away.

Why can't you just let it go?
Why can't you just let me go!?
I don't want to “fix things”
I don't want to spend any more time with you.
All your time’s already been spent.
Stop pestering me
And go away.

Stop right there!
Whatever you're thinking…
Stop thinking it!
If you think I want to talk to you I don't!
Just turn around
and go away.

Get your face
Out of my face.
Stop breathing down my neck!
Stop hovering hoping I'll talk to you
Just leave me alone
And go away.

This feels like some kind of bad relationship that died years ago!
That s how long you've gone without taking a hint!
Do you seriously think I want to fix things!?
Or is that just your fantasy?
‘Cause I'm telling you right now…
There's no way in heck
You're ever getting that from me.

So shut up.
Leave me alone.
I already gave you your second... and third… and eighth chances.
And you spent them.
You spent them all.
So I'm done.
I'm sick of it.
I'm ending it right here.
My ever-ending patience has been worn through.
Now I'm through.
I'm through with your games
I'm through with you
So if you don't,
Then I will…


…go away…
for those who just need to go away
when i write
i am reaching out for you
(to you)
the belief (hope) that you are out there
that i have seen you
and you have seen
me
there is a longing here
and i have no words for it
and most days,
i can ignore it
but some days
there are no poems
there is only the fire
the longing left behind
the fingerprints of wind on my face
maybe one day
the longing
will move into someone else’s heart
put a ‘for sale’ sign in mine
i want words
for this
for me
for you
i want words
like a river like an ocean like rain
i do not want silence
i do not want to hesitate
i want honey on my lips on my tongue
words dripping from my mouth
hands overflowing
with poetry and song and
i want words
Subject myself to the topic
Masochism and apathy
Misanthropic logic
I'm past living, beyond being happy

Houses smell like carrion
Clothes feel like rags
Waist no time caring
Only my soul needs a bath

Everyone gather around as I bend over
So you can
Kiss
My
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