Tark Wain

Tark Wain May 2017

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Tark Wain May 2017

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Is the grass still green?
Are the skies still blue?
Will every road I used to take
Slowly lead me back to you?

Tark Wain May 2017

A thought

At a certain point
Your ex ceases to be your ex
And becomes someone you once knew
I know not whether that is good or bad

Tark Wain May 2017

I wonder if you've thought of me

I wonder if you've thought about me
and yes I know that that's how it's supposed to be
But have you thought of me?
Truly thought of me?

not my name or my personality
Have you truly thought of me?
not just how I smiled
but the way I licked my lips before I did

Have you thought of me?
truly reminisced?
the way I kissed your nose
before I lightly touched your lips

it's easy to make yourself forget the big things
the grand gestures that lend themselves to memories
but what of the intricacies?
Have you truly thought of me?

I suppose we all forget eventually
and the past becomes a distant memory
so I need you to answer me

Have you ever truly thought of me?

Tark Wain Feb 2017

Evil

Paint over every wall.
Turn every nuke into jungle gym.
Parody every dictator.
Fill every gun with flowers.

Take all the evil in the world and make art out of it.

Tark Wain Feb 2017

My last love poem

If all good love poems
rest on metaphors
Then I'll write with one
that you could've searched
the world three times over for
and never found before

like the last puppy
lying on its on back
in front of a convenience store
the one that was unaccounted for

that little crease on the windshield
the one your wipers could never reach
or that annoying kid with ADD
the one your teacher could never teach
(me)

time is at once infinite and definite
life is short, yet is the longest thing we'll ever do
why must we lust for forever
when we know a dinner for two at 2 would do

Prince and Princess charming aren't walking through that door
which makes me question what we believe in happily ever after for
and I won't become a cynic
and if only a writer that could never write is deemed a critic
then i'll drop my pen
and drink all the ink in it

love is a four letter bubble
what looks to be
a meandering ascent into nothingness to those outside
but is a self sustaining world to those who inhabit it

what good is an art
if one can not master it

face it
a critic's a poet and a writer
that could never quit

Tark Wain Jan 2017

It's Not the Same

It's not the same

Your dress looks beautiful
the weather is fantastic
this restaurant you picked
amazing
the waiter
delightful

It's not the same

What did Gina tell you?
That her bladder is so small that she has to ***
every time she washes her hands?
that's hilarious
how inconvenient

It's not the same

Pass the salt
no the other salt
haha
I know that's pepper
what a cute smile you have when you're playing a joke

It's not the same

Always the jokester
never serious

It's not the same

Did you smile like that when you let him touch you it's not the same

What a beautiful dress you have
can I try some of your pasta
wow
delicious
you know I heard it was supposed to storm out in--

It's not the same

I think I'm going to use the restroom
*** even though you don't even have to
Now that I am washing my hands I do
I'm no better than ******* Gina
Don't punch the wall

It's not the same

You forgave her
she apologized
she had to apologize
punch the wall

It's not the same

Finish washing your hands
Compose yourself
You love her
and she loves you
she always did
she made a mistake
we all make mistakes

It's not the same

not like that
we don't all do that
THAT
is not normal
Hi
Honey yes, they do have towels in the bathroom
no I didn't know they used to make creme brulee here
why did they stop?
wow amazing
why did you stop?

It's not the same

I look tired?
Works been crazy
good lie
you're worrying
she doesn't know
or care

It's not the same

You forgave her
That doesn't mean I have to
because I know
as well as you do
as much as you try to fight it

It's not the same