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May 2018 mikah

doa

don’t you ever think that you were easy.
you were a piece of work, a task that needed constant action, an assignment that needed to be taken with caution, but i still did it.
i still loved you.
i loved you so unconditionally.
i loved you at your worst and your best and i loved your flaws and your mistakes and i loved your smiles and your voice and i loved you when you didn’t love yourself.
i handled you as if you were fine china, fresh and clean, even though you were far from such purity.
i dare anyone else to love you in such a way.
i dare anyone else to love all sides of you equally.
i dare anyone else to love you enough to sacrifice anything and everything for you the way i did.
i dare anyone else to love you well enough to know how to handle you.
i dare anyone else to put up with you even after you’ve made them feel as **** as you made me feel.
i dare anyone else to love you enough to let you break their heart endlessly for the sake of being with you.
whoever she is, she won’t be half of me. she may have a brighter smile with eyes lighter than mine, she may have skin smoother and more beautiful than mine, she may have a laugh more admirable than mine, she may have a body more fit than mine, but she will never have a heart as big as mine for you.

May 2018 mikah

situational sadness i.

May 2018 mikah

liz

situational sadness i.

you, crowned
by the heartache
of knowing love
and inability
to move further
than flowering
of feelings &
just for show.

does it pain you,
the fear of less
than you gave, to
make up for lost time
in the hours we
spent sharing playlists
and not ourselves?

knowing i've spent
all the bisous i
had saved in my
shirt pocket for
moments like this
of lust & loss
of connection.

i hate love poems
but it seems that's all i have
these last few weeks.

i love love, but
only if it's authentic,
though i've noticed
that's a rarity in my realm.

May 2018 mikah

are you generally happy?

May 2018 mikah

pitch black god8

are you generally happy?

are you generally happy?

a semi-innocuous query
now actualized as a two sided bladed poker,
hot stabbing me smack dab in
the chests hollow crown bullseye,
continuously,  as in all life long, and eternal longing for a
“yes”

it fits inside a pubescent aged wound that
refreshes with every breath;
a life long struggle for an accurate definition,
be a general of genuine happy,
that alone would deliver, bringing on bright day satisfaction

as a human, one operates on parallel continuums;
slide slipping on well oiled poles that over the years,
their lengths, increasing with add-on extender poles
formed by
twisty turny slips and falls of sundered hearts and sad loves,
marriages nicknamed Titanic, children found and lost,
complications responsibilities that are denied meeting the words
  “The End”

a life that many would envy, questioning what’s wrong
with you dude, are you blinded to the riches yours,
reality is
shoulders permanently bent, a spine that’s held together by
spit and solder and curved by wearying wearing longing for
a straightness that is also called crooked unobtainable
and a piece of a peace that comes and goes
like a highway billboard that you pass too fast to be fully read

the body is corroding and worser yet to come and that’s a hand
you selected - luck of the self-selecting-drawing -

the opioids of the mind offers are rejected

the clarity of painful self exploration valued overall -
the place where the poems come from,
and go to die,
a landscape of a scene repeatedly visualized
but never been and never left,
the crazy contradictions come in two flavors;
vanilla smiles and chocolate weeping of tears that have
etched pathways cheek-chiseled

the city is a struggling strife for most,
the next red line on the side
of the measuring cup  and
everyone has a cell, a credit card,
and a measuring cup
<•>
here I stop can’t finish
someone missing alerts me
to their real worlds troubles
making my complaints super superficial but
the silent running of the stilleto
cuts shallow
repeated hourly
the cut color,

pitch black

#are #you #generally #happy #pitch #black #god8 #pbg

May 2018 mikah

Stray Brothers In Alleyways

May 2018 mikah

Poetic T

Stray Brothers In Alleyways

Stray cats lingering around vacant cans, alleyway
disarray of the forgotten. Odours of a doorway
they hunger upon, loitering around refuse, dismay
day and night. Where it seems like an endless replay.

Runaway of ill gotten anger, now soiled on a pathway.
stowaway of loneliness and then finds a hideaway,
leading astray of its virtues, but in despair finds a delay.
Friends appear from crumbled pasts and its day is less grey.

May all those of lost causes find this place of a hungers buffet.
Ok there isn't enough to go around, but they get by. A display
lay before all that there not alone. Feline brotherhood, stray
repay for being taken in, food is there goal, bins lids fall today.

start and end rhyme stemming from one word and followed on by other rhyming words attached to that wording.

#cats #hunger #brother #rhyme

May 2018 mikah

sophie & donna

May 2018 mikah

liz

sophie & donna

i see myself in your big green eyes
too wide to see the world at your fingertips
your mother's heart beating in your breast
and the breath of aphrodite in your lungs.

your fingers grasp at futures you cannot hold
too fine for your hardworking hands
instead you dream and sing your wishing
sailing with your sorrows to a new tomorrow.

you are shaped by a woman's love
and you seek the seed planted in her womb
a pale shadow dragging along after her
oh where is your radiant sun?

the timing is impeccable, as is your hair
feasts abound in flowers and love affairs
and while uncertainty lingers
mother's moon is joined by the triple sun.

watched mamma mia! for the first time ever and saw so many parallels in my own narrative. so so very in love with that movie. i laughed, i cried, what can i say? i wrote this to work through a percentage of how i feel about it.