I've been a construction worker
My entire adult
Life.

Still, I cannot
Seem to rebuild
Her confidence.

I've been a poet for
As long as I can
Remember,

But my encouraging
Hollow-point-words shatter
Against her insecure kevlar.

Suppose all I can be is
Sunlight, water and
Soil.

I'll try that; I've been a
Farmer's boy since
Birth.

When you burn paper
It curls in
From the edges
Getting smaller
I am the opposite

Burning
Brightly unfurling
Growing
A mess
Carelessness at it's best

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015

I’ve been trying to fill up my life
With people and things
The next vacation
The next boyfriend
The next new dress
What a sad mess

What do you do when nothing works anymore?
I’m tired of buying things, and acting like a *****

Nothing is thrilling or the least bit exciting
It’s getting boring and terribly frightening

I used to be able to buy something new
That would help keep me from being blue
Find a new man
A brand new romance
I’m too tired to even get up for the dance

He brought me flowers last year
Three flowers on Valentine
It's obvious he meant HE LOVES ME
Though he didn't give a line

He brought me flowers last month
Seven flowers on a January eve
I asked him what he meant there
He said I LOVE YOU SO MUCH,  DON'T LEAVE

He brought me flowers last week
Six flowers on my birthday
"Why six? " I asked him softly
"I LOVE YOU FOREVER,  PLEASE STAY"

He brought me flowers this morning
Many flowers on February
But I cannot ask him anymore
When in his eyes those tears I see

He brought me flowers with love
On my grave,  now it's all I have...

I suppose I have stalled confronting
The true depth, true meat of the problem
I am missing.
Not a half or a whole or a part
The me that was with you
Is gone
I begrudgingly have come to aching terms with your loss
Only to wake up silent and still
Reaching for your warmth
Not every night but some
Those that hum that certain tune
The one that reminds me of you
I most admittedly am in mad, passionate love with life
Every passing cumulus cloud
The flood of mortalities wake
I will keep jumping from great heights
Feel of the fall only eclipsed by safe landing
Feet on ground
Reaching deep to find me again
The one that can handle the sting of your loss
I do not want to forget
*Only to remember