2/22/2013

I live a poetic life,
Full of joy, full of strife.
My years are all metered time,
My days somehow seem to rhyme.

My thoughts are stanzas of four lines,
My speech is full of abstract signs.
I hear words as though color,
Music fuels me like no other.

The steady rhythm of my feet,
Sometimes loses iambic beat.
My dances fluid like silver truth,
Cheeky remarks prove my youth.

My sins are masked hyperbole,
Smudged perfection, italic gray.
My faults revealed as similes,
Numerous as the fallen leaves.

My food tastes of deeper meaning,
Drink like conclusions redeeming.
Adverbs are like catching the flu,
Adjectives sadly set me askew.

Trying to live a verse on love,
Reading a book on what's above.
A letter, a line, that's just me,
Because I live a life of poetry.

This is the last I'll write to you.
It's all I seem to ever do.
I punch these keys and whisper lines,
But I am done. I resign.

It's too bad this had to end.
Be careful now, I don't pretend.
I know it's hard to take me serious,
You listen as though I'm delirious.

But right now I'm just furious,
If this is it, then I must.
I'll cut ties, I'm not bluffing.
I'm so ******, it was all for nothing.

What can I say but "wow?"
I finally figured out just how,
You like to think of me.
This is it, setting me free.

If you ever wish to reciprocate,
It might just be a bit too late.
You had your chance but blew it.
You were a failure before I knew it.

I'm done with the petty game.
I finally learned... We aren't the same.
Finally now, it is time.
If you want a piece, get back in line.

So this, my cordial friend,
My beautiful failure, is the end.
So read these words, know them true:
This is the last I'll write to you.

Would you follow me into the dark,
Prepared to trust as we embark?
Can you leave your past behind,
And keep an open mind?

Follow me down a new path,
Just so I can make you laugh?
I want to see you smile,
No matter if it takes a while.

I'll be patient, I'll be kind.
Someone like you is hard to find.
I can't say I'll never make,
But I promise I'll never be a mistake.

So will you let me set you free,
To be the perfection you can be?
I want to make dreams come true,
As long as those dreams belong to you.

It's nights like tonight,
When I don't know what to do.
My brain is all jumbled,
With the many thoughts of you.

There lies a question,
And an answer untold.
Either sadness and pain,
Or joy will unfold.

The problem is thus:
It's so right but it's wrong.
It's not what I've hoped,
But desired so long.

She's unlike any other,
Truly among the best.
I can think of nothing,
But her head on my chest.

A mind like an ocean,
Rich and full as the sea.
Her heart like the night sky,
As beautiful as can be.

Words flow from her lips,
Like silken dew drops.
Each something amazing,
With each, my heart stops.

Her eyes are like embers,
With cool, steady flame.
They stand or invite,
With no hint of shame.

Her hair drops like honey,
A gentle flow and cascade.
Not pure or flashy,
None better was made.

Her lips as heavenly,
As the petals of rose.
Of the color and texture,
Where so much of it shows.

Her body is soft,
Like snow in the morning.
So perfect and subtle,
It needs no adorning.

Her style is gentle,
The most perfect blend.
Not shabby nor excessive,
Without need to amend.

She is sublime.
There is no other word.
I can think of no other,
Dictionary proffered.

She is original,
Her own one of a kind.
She is amazing,
Something rare to find.

Finally, she is captivating,
So entrancing to me.
Wherever she is,
That's where I want to be.

But most, above it all,
She is my torturous pain.
The reason I'll be disappointed,
Time and time again.

She can't be what I want,
She just can't reciprocate.
There is nothing I can change,
This is the terrible fate.

I'm destined to love,
Someone who can't be mine.
Fatefully ******,
Can't get her off my mind.

2013/3/18

*This is part of a conversation between me and a girl. We both write poems back and forth to each other. This poem is in response to her asking if I was telling her how I felt about her "between the lines."


The language found between lines,
Is purposely caged within confines.
The tumult found within the head,
Leaves the best left unsaid.

Does it even matter that we see,
The words hidden in each degree?
What good would come if then,
We listened to the words within?

Maybe the best is better left,
Between the lines, thought bereft.
If you wanted to, you could express,
Those three words within your chest.

But how could I come to believe,
That I was not being deceived?
All the evidence poured out over months,
Has left me unsure of all the wants.

Maybe freedom of heart is close,
Maybe it is what I want most.
Even now, as I lie in bed,
I wonder at those, words left unsaid.

If you can decipher such curious rhymes,
And even still read between the lines,
Then you should understand my quandry.
And understand why I don't know if I'm free.

Because sometimes, no matter the rhyme,
There is nothing you can do this time.
Nothing will erase the past,
For me, acceptance will only come last.

If you can't imagine why I hold back,
Then perhaps take a small track.
Imagine it from my point of thought,
And maybe then you'll see why not.

If others read this, they would know me insane.
If they read ours, they would know pain.
If they read yours, they might not see your best,
But what they should see, you're a beautiful mess.

Again, for C

All you want,
Is one last kiss.
But it's a bad idea,
You must resist.

Because that kiss,
Will become something more.
It will start slowly,
Shuffling to the door.

That kiss turns hot,
With heavy breathing.
This is your last chance,
The heat is deceiving.

Your hands wander,
To familiar places.
How did this happen?
You were ending graces...

Suddenly you're downstairs,
At her door.
It slams shut behind,
Shirts hit the floor.

What are you doing?
Get it together man.
I told you to resist,
You should have ran.

The pants shimmy off,
Her back hits the bed.
What are you thinking?
Using the wrong head...

I love you baby,
Whisper one last crime.
Everything is off,
You swear the last time.

Now the bed is rocking,
And the memories flood in.
You remember the first time,
How it all begins.

It feels so good,
That you forget to think.
Yet you don't realize,
You've gone off the brink.

Lying beside her,
Now your brain kickstarts.
What have you done...
Destroying hearts.

It was one last kiss,
That is what you swore.
You had no idea,
It would become something more.

Congratulations sir,
You're a royal *****.
Now get out of bed,
Put some clothes on.

3/22/14

Heavy on my heart,
Always on my mind.
Forever we must part,
I must leave you behind.

I won't survive more,
I've really got to go.
I'm walking out the door,
Feet don't be slow.

I'll do what I must,
To rip you from my skull.
I'll blame it on lust,
The love far too dull.

I make up lies,
And throw up the walls.
I'll forget your sighs,
That echoed down this hall.

I'm burning every photo,
Trashing every letter.
Forcing to let go,
I've got to get better.

I'm breaking the locket,
The one you gave for Christmas.
I'll hate the way I loved it,
And swear I'll never miss this.

I'm filling my filthy head,
With all unpleasant thoughts.
Abandoning my bed,
And all our pleasant spots.

I'll never ever go,
To the places I took you.
I'll never ever show,
I'll never let you through.

I'm blocking your number,
Deleted from my phone.
I swear I'll always slumber,
And never miss your tone.

I'm forgetting your scent,
When you slept next to me.
Leaving every moment spent,
Now thinking that I'm free.

I'll forget your taste,
And lie about your passion.
I'm doing this with haste,
Sinister in fashion.

I'll call you a failure,
Lie to all my friends.
Saying that I hate her,
And I'm so glad it ends.

If I ever see you,
In passing on the street,
I'll be without a clue,
As if we didn't meet.

My final big confession,
The only one that's true:
I've learned my lesson,
I've been corrupted by you.

I fell in love not thinking,
But knowing you toxic.
Your love and scheming,
Now leave me sick.

You are gone forever,
I've thrown you away.
I knew this would never,
End any another way.

For C