"What happened to stolen glances, shaky hands, and nervous laughter?
What the hell happened to interlocked fingers, fierce kisses, and carefree smiles?
What in the world happened to Sunday strolls in the park, and whispers of sweet nothings on a rainy day?"
They were sweet nothings.
No purpose, you see.
Those things may have meant the world to you, but they were but another task in the day for me. I’m sorry if that hurts you."
- "It does. But I can’t imagine you’re truly sorry."
- "You’re right. I’m not sorry for wanting you in my life.
For being selfish and keeping you for myself. I’m sorry I wasn’t good for you, but you were the best **** thing I could ever have.
You deserved better, and I deserved nothing.
But I’m selfish, you see.
I may not have deserved you, but I thought for just a moment, when we first met, that maybe I could make it work.
I was wrong.
And I’m sorry for that.
But I will never be sorry for having wanted to love you and for you to love me."
The world is changing,
The will of the men is shaking.
Broken hearts are now quarrelling,
Death seems not so startling.
Fighting for love, shaping it to hate
Blessings of the Gods, turning it to shame.
The world is dying, the world is crying
Heal it now or just die trying.
It's pretty self-explanatory. The world, about how it's changing...
Limbo is my company this night
One plate empty, one plate not
Struggling to find an outlet to release my demons
Alone when faced with my best friend’s hubris
Limbo is where I want to hang on
I cannot foresee if there is a morrow at dawn
To wait, truth is no longer relevant per se
All my defenses and arguments withdrawn
Limbo is not a permanent home
But that’s from I can’t seem to move on
One plate empty one plate not
I deign to leave but I dare to roam
The wipes do not work
My eyeliner, smudged;
Words at war
Words when calm.
The Einstein hair
Bad morning breath;
A shadow of a smile
You standing against the light.
Ravaged by tragedy
Fresh bread from the bakery;
I lean in
For my forehead kiss.
Last night at war
The morning calm
– Coffee is ready
Did you sleep on it?
Does this ever happen to you?
You get into a messy, **** fight,
but you lose steam about half way through
when you realize you’re the one who’s wrong.
Now, you want to stop arguing; you really do.
But for some idiotic ineffable reason
your mouth won’t do what your brain tells it to.
So you keep spouting nonsense with all your might
and continue to quarrel without a clue.
NaPoWriMo Day 27
Poetry form: Magic9
It's a place where you would rather not be
engaged in a quarrel and unable to agree.
Between two strangers or with one you know
in a display of words disagreement to show.
A sad state of affairs and opposite of harmony
usually about something they did not foresee.
Ending with both parties not seeing eye to eye
and very often it's without a clear reason why.
It could be one taking more and giving back less
to the other who considers the matter in distress.
Or perhaps ignoring to do what should be done
in our duty to one another that incurs a bad run.
If a lack of trust or deception has been at play
there are suspicions that don't easily go away.
'Honesty's the best policy' known and cherished
without this relationships only end up perished.
Especially when there are two interests at stake
one against the other much trouble they'll make.
Keep away from being at loggerheads if you can
as it may end up in a fight with your fellow man.
Written early Dec. 2017.
Doesn't it hurt?
When I say no?
When the words finally spurt?
Doesn't it make you jealous when I glow?
On the brink of breakup.
When the end seems to arrive inevitably.
When you pray for us to makeup.
But show it ever so surreptitiously.
I remember when life was simpler.
When you fought with fists and not words.
When you weren't an emotional stickler.
Now we yearn for school trips, like nerds.
Dark moments make the good ones brighter.
Maybe that's why I fight through quarrels like this.
To see you recover from your issues like a fighter.
How do we get through it: say "Sorry" and kiss.