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Sara Beth Cannon Feb 2015
He spends his days making promises,
Knowing his word’s fragility.
He fails to realize the power he has,
Or the magnitude of his ability.

He casts his net upon my heart,
In a way that I can’t resist.
The cords all blind me to the truth,
So that nothing seems amiss.

But then his focus starts to wonder,
And his eyes begin to stray.
His stare has suddenly snared another,
And I know I should not stay.

But knowing that I was once his catch,
The prize beyond compare,
Makes me wish he would hook me again,
And hold me forever there.
The first stanza was stuck in my head all day. Then the rest just kinda followed. :)
Sara Beth Cannon Dec 2014
Today, I forgot to remember you.
For once, I didn't give you a thought.
I was able to get through my whole shift,
Ignoring the pain your abcense has brought.

Today, I forgot to remember the feeling,
Of being held safely in your embrace.
And for once on my drive home,
I didn't slow down near your old place.

Today I forgot to remember to call,
To hear your voicemail play.
I'll never again hear you greet me "Hey Sugar"
Or tell me "Have a blessed day".

Today I remembered to accept,
That you have left and passed on.
And though I know I will see you again,
I wish every day, that you weren't gone.
Dedicated to my Uncle Walter. I never had to doubt you loved me. You were my Uncle, my Grandpa, and the one who could always make me smile. Miss you forever. Rest in Peace.
  Dec 2014 Sara Beth Cannon
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
Sara Beth Cannon Dec 2014
I’m trying to find the words,
To describe just how I feel.
What once flowed so easily from my lips…
Now I find it hard to even kneel.

Am I talking to empty space?
Now I’m not so sure you care.
That is, if you’re even listening.
If you’re really even there.

Is this how Christ felt?
When you turned away from your son?
I don’t understand why I feel so alone.
Please God tell me what I’ve done!

My body is crumbling around me.
My mind is starting to fade.
The only visitors I ever see,
Are the nurses and the maid.

I know that I am dying.
My time on this earth is through.
But I’m not so sure I’m “going home”.
Or that I’ll soon kneel there before you.

I want to find the darkness,
That says I’ll soon be dead.
But nurse gives me some “happy pills”.
To keep me in the bed.

Instead I’ll close my eyes,
And let myself pass on.
It isn’t like I really matter…
…no one will miss me when I’m gone.
Inspired by a heart wrenching conversation I had with a hospice patient.
Sara Beth Cannon Dec 2014
How can you say you love me,
When your eyes are drawn to her.
Though you might really think,
It’s so harmless just to flirt.

You kiss me softly and hold me close,
Thinking all is well.
But don’t you see when your eyes wander,
My pain begins to swell.

Am I not enough?
Don’t I give you my all.
I am constantly there for you!
All you have to do is call!

No, you may not be cheating,
You look but you don’t touch.
But you’re too blind to see,
Those stares hurt just as much.

You keep your phone locked up,
You text her when I’m not there.
You think I’m blissfully ignorant.
You think I’m unaware.

But I know just what you’re doing.
The attention feels so nice.
But for every text message you exchange,
You are tightening my heart’s vise.

I don’t think I can do it much longer.
But what can I possibly say?
If I try to say how I feel,
The jealousy card comes out to play.

It always ends with me saying sorry,
Though I’ve not stepped out of line.
But that’s the way our dance will end,
Each and every time.
Always be open and honest in everything, but especially in relationships. :)
Sara Beth Cannon Oct 2014
I say love you more,
And you wish you could argue,
But you know it's true.
I decided to do a haiku challenge. :)
Sara Beth Cannon Aug 2014
No cages with bars, or locks shut tight.
No walls or ceilings that block out the light.
No ropes and chains are holding me here.
But trapped all the same by my endless fear.
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