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Roberta Day Sep 2013
I’m ready to SHOUT

and yell

and scream

and cry
when all of you, faceless sapiens
drag on by, blissfully unaware
of the plague slaughtering droves
in my mind;


I’m ready to confess

and disclose

and attest
to the reasons why I shy away,
cold and detached as a lizard’s tail
lifelessly existing for a purpose
left in the dark to find;

                                                          ­      I’m damaged
                                                         ­  and I’m scared
                                                          ­                         I’m alone
                                                     I’m damaged and
                                                             ­    scared of being alone
                                                           ­                 

                            but shouting your fears
                               to those who don’t listen
                                  only carries to their ears
                                       as a minute *whisper
Roberta Day Sep 2013
Complacency has touched me
in the most awkward of ways
sighing between strums of minor rests
sending ringing open E’s to reverberate
through my chest
I love to listen to the
sounds I create in order:
    EBEG#bE
flicking and flapping,
a green brain pic clapping against
golden steel strings
and the spruce sings
a harmonious song—
***** California and the
words you get wrong
notes that sound strong
and remind the mind of how
heavenly sequence can be
    EBEG#bE
A poem inspired by a song in a different tuning.
Roberta Day Sep 2013
Sensual this time, platonic the next—
let’s not be one too often
regardless of optional ***

Let’s keep things spaced     out
so emotions don’t grow    too strong
You may have the right intentions,
but these notions are wrong

Don’t tickle my complex
into laughing away current issues
    I want to say “I love you”
    and suffice for “I miss you”
   The last thing I want to do
   is overwhelm you with words
you’re not accustomed to
so I’ll snuggle you closer,
as close as two beings can be,
and imagine bonding our skin
fusing intricately

   I connect with you
  on another plane
   and I’m dependent upon
your amorous pain

and I wish and hope and
inevitably know there’s not
a chance between us again
when we’ll be anything more than
just friends (here and then)
   because you and I are going
   through the same stages of life
   simultaneously, yet
   alone and lonely
Roberta Day Sep 2013
In training mode I
remembered you and us in
bed and I shivered.
Roberta Day Sep 2013
The smell of your skin
is too familiar
It’s almost like we’ve
gone back in time
   To the days when I could
   caress my favorite features
   of yours—your hands—
   without a second thought
but I’m wondering if
this is too much, if I’m
crossing a line, or
if I’m zig-zagging streams
on the bar graph of time
and a calamitous end
will meet all entangled

Your strengthening grip
on my hip assures me though,
that nothing outside of this
firm mattress covered by
sky blue sheets with bleach stained clouds
matters—at all—so let’s lay here
for ten hours straight
and bask in the warmth
of each other’s glowing souls,
reconnected at last,
   with old questions drowning
  in the abyss of the unknown
because why would I ruin a
moment so perfect as this?
Roberta Day Sep 2013
Stranded in my dreams,
with fear strangling me, and
love falling to death.
Roberta Day Sep 2013
Drunken,
startling,
stumbling
over thoughts
fleeting,
dendrites, meeting
intersections I forgot
I can’t, you
can’t too,
slumber takes you fast
my mouth moves
unorganized,
singing words that
never last
I wish I
could take back
the feeling I’ve
confessed
they were too
much for you
none in context of jest
so what do
I do now
when silence grows
too much
should I rest my
dreary eyes
and hope sleep comes
robust?
I rub my exhausted eyes
and remember the lack of hours
of dreaming
we’re weeping
at terrifying memories
from a moment
we’ve been stolen
our innocence, and no longer
gullible
'cause believing is
listening to what
really makes sense
and the terrifying
emotions you’ve evoked
and all pretense
is too much for one mind
to brush off with a wave
I cry to your sentiment
and will not sleep for days
Wrote this rather intoxicated.
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