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Kat Jul 2019
Dallas days, smoking in your acura legend,
your face veiled, watery eyes.
Tom, I asked you to teach me poetry.
You opened your dictionaries of devotion -
for me to run away, again.
Under a weeping willow, we dug a hole for a time capsule.
Our lives were small enough for this rusty lunchbox.
See, mine was never a kids’ drawing on the refrigerator,
but a western, a shoot-em-up.
Can you understand, just a little,
how it was home I was running towards?
And still, in strange places
I spoke your language of tenderness,
my extinct mother tongue. With words
so ordinary, so simple.

Those memories
                  the warmth of you
make it hard to imagine 
that you are buried somewhere in Iowa.

I revisited that cow pasture with our tree,
my hands clawing at the frozen earth to get time back.
Tom, you promised me poetry, yet all I can write is
please come back to me
in a hundred variations. How I long
to bargain your soul for mine.
Your little toy airplane, the one you gave me
when we were kids, still stands on my nightstand.
This time let me teach you
about the cruelty of freedom.
Rendition of my poem "Kate's Toy Airplane." This corresponds to something I call poetry in motion – poetry that is not fixed but fluid, there is no such thing as a finished poem. Like O'Keefe who painted her patio, again and again and again.
Kayla Chappell Jul 2019
I don’t understand why
It hurts so bad inside.
Each word
He speaks
Is like a knife in my heart,
A stab in my back that makes me sting.

I don’t know why I ever let him inside.
Why I let him make me cry.
Why I let him into my safe zone
Let him into my sacred space;

I gave him the key to my gold
He scratched at it,
then spit it out at my face.

Not sure what hurts more than this,
Salty tears and puffy eyes
Trembling hands and despise.

To feel so ashamed for letting you see me,
Telling you my secrets like an open book
All i am is another story with no happy ending
I’ll never get naked for anyone again.

I wanted to feel safe and beautiful.
But now all i have is empty walls and endless thoughts.

He laughed and then he cried.
He regrets what he did
And now I have to pay the consequence.

Trying to go about my day, trying to forget the mess you made.
So I smile, I walk and talk like nothing ever happened,
But deep down the memories of watching you love someone else
Replays and replays through my head.

It’s sickening, can’t stop looping.
The sound is screeching, pounding.
it used to birds chirping,
Wanting to scream, nowhere to run.


But i keep quiet.
I’ve chosen to forgive, because I see you.

But forgetting is something, that I’m not capable to do.
So please forgive me, If I keep bringing up the past.
I promise you, The wound won’t always be this raw.
The scarcity of it won’t last.

Bare with me, baby. I ask.

People make mistakes and maybe all that was fate.
I tell myself everything happens for a reason; maybe the feeling will go away.

What a gruesome mess of salty tears forever strolling down my face.
I can never forget the pain.

Give and give
They will take and take..
Until you have nothing  left.
They will leave you with a jar, only full of your own tears and call it fate.

Making you feel like you’re the one who did this, you could’ve been better,
Prettier, brighter.
maybe smile a little bigger,
maybe be a little thinner.

I start to vanish

They will leave you stranded
In the realm of emptiness,
Expressionless.

When i speak up, He tells me it’s my pride.
So i swallow my words.
I die.
I die.
I die.

He lies.
He lies.
He lies.

I cry, I cry, and I cry.
So pathetic and so disgusted.
The humiliation, to see i was so easily decepted.
I wanted to  believe that he did love me.
He was too blind to see.
All that unfolding in front of me.

I picked at my skin,
Screamed, cried and plead for him to come back to me.

I begged for his love and that’s what disgusts me.

I should have kicked you and her out, but i was too deep in my own sorrows without a doubt.
Wishing and hoping you’d come back home, into our sacred space

I wanted to hold your face against my soul and i hated myself for being so vulnerable.

Why would I want someone who used me like a puppet on a string.

Lets not forget if I stand up for myself, I’m a *****.

Forever astounded at the egoism.
Mislead and now pleading

Wondering where you went wrong
Wondering what you did to deserve this mess.

Feeling abused and despaired.
Was I a fool to think you would be there?

I could never stoop down to how you mistreated and disrespected my heart.
Nothing about that is art.

I’ve forgiven but the heart cannot forget what has wounded so deeply.

   You did nothing wrong sweet sweet girl, all you did was give your love to the world.
You can’t control how others abuse your heart. Don’t let their foolishness take away your heart.

Don’t dare let those dark shadows capture your pure form.

Be true to yourself,
especially if you are falling apart

Cause the world desperately needs more devotion and less promotion.

But remember
The ones who give away their hearts to a wicked spirit  
Usually end up, with sunken souls in the dark.

Be careful of whom you give your love.

-kc
For anyone who gives the time to read my poem completely, thank you. I wrote this about two years ago. As you can see, I was completely infatuated with someone who treated me like dirt.. I finally got past this point, and I realized, I didn't love him.. I loved the idea of him love me. And once I realized this sad truth, he owned my heart no more. Thankyou for reading again. Just a bit of my heart and tears poured out onto paper.
Reimers Jul 2019
An auction was held at the gallery
Many from afar had come
He who loved the painting so dearly
Puts on his best suit and brought a large sum

For he dreamed this day to come
Finally, he and the painting can be one
Alas a person came that made him numb
Who commanded power and
money, outbid everyone

Stood there lifeless
Could not comprehend what happened
Nowhere to go, feeling hopeless
His once favorite spot now darkened

Missing is the painting he so loved
That  was taken from him in an instant
For once he never felt loved
And that dream is now very distant

Left the gallery soaked with tears
His heart has died and lost it spark
All alone with a couple of beers
Drunk and left dancing in the dark
Something I experimented along with the other 2 volumes
Myrrdin Jul 2019
If we fall in love with the people that remind us of our families
I should be in love with dead boys and distant hearts
But I am only in love with myself and everything I could be
blushing prince Jul 2019
eating fast food as I watch you wear your old Hawaiian t shirt you adopted from the bottom of a bin at the local thrift shop because everything has always been comfort over style and you can't change now
a fry falls onto the lap of my thighs and you ask me when the last time was I used my kitchen floor for dancing instead of pacing around but my mind falls short into the drops of condensation sweating into a couch that I hate sometimes and admire for the sturdy way it always manages to **** up my back
I'm already what I want to be but I pretend that I throw around my identity like a knick-knack hacky sack and I'll always blame you for the aftershock effect of feeling like I've been spun in a tumbler and left to be drunk by the gnats you breed by never throwing old fruit away
a poem about laziness and the unbearable heat of july
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