"affectionless" poems
We never talked
Anymore
And when we did
The conversation
dripped
Like a dried up
Desert stream
Funny how then he’d seem
Like a tidal wave of talk
Not letting my words walk
Anywhere
Near his extremely important
Ten minute
Explanation
In which he’d sum up that day’s
Cartoons, football matches, car trouble, his hard day of work that ended at lunch
How drunk he got after work, how drunk he was going to get that night
While he fetted without a slight
Thought of me.
So understandably
He was exhausted
And couldn’t
Wouldn’t
Didn’t want to hear
My ten minuets
Of how I missed
The boy who kissed
Me
At a movie theater
Read all my pathetic poetic
Love letters
Told me I was a better
Writer than I thought
Fought for me
Drove across highways for me
Was in love with me truly, madly, deeply
Who told me constantly
That he loved me
When I didn’t believe it
He loved me
When I didn’t want to hear it
He loved me
When I’d just finished crying
He loved me
I miss the boy who never made me feel
Alone
Whose cell phone
Didn’t mind listening to my voice
And given the choice
Would listen to it
All night
Long.
But that boy’s gone.
And I’m left to pick up conversation
With this
Affectionless alien.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
"Indeed you were built strong and brave
Like a warrior bashing through a cave
Of sorrow and of emptiness
Crying when the world is bright to believe theres no such thing as darkness
Dealing with the challenges and mistakes that life throws at us
But learn from every single mistake anger-less
Stop giving into your weaknesses
Stop thinking about those who forgotten you and treated you effortlessly
Senseless and affectionless
Let no wasteful man put you down with meaness
Only because your personality fashions a spark of joyfullness
Consume every wisdom with aggressiveness
Shed a thousand years of tears in a state of loneliness
Only so you can feel you inner self with consciousness
Be ready at what ever life throws at you with eagerness
You never lose. You either win or reflect with perceptive-ness
And just know to trust your lord with wholeness
Keep grasping upon the hardships you dealt with in the darkness
So you can look back and recall the roughness
Recalling every memory buried in your heart from all the sadness
And stand proud with your toughness
Once you overcome your glumness and drown in a deluge of pure gladness
and give glad tiding to the strangers"
© S Y A
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
perfect doesn't matter if you can't love
but love doesn't matter
if it isn't perfect
that's why there's scars where scabs used to be
perfect doesn't matter if you can't hate
hate doesn't matter if it isn't
mindless
nonsense
gone fence
con cents
perfect doesn't love if it isn't matter
matter isn't perfect if it doesn't
LOVE
one two three four five six seven, eight nine
one who sees your knives picks heaven, hate mine
I love you like Lasceration
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
chook chook chook.
The eager devouring and tearing of scissors.
Snapping away existence.
Hooked on the killer music, encouraging loathing, affectionate for what is affectionless.
you have been passionate for a knife.
a lie a disguise
deceptions
sweetly disguised.
so...sweet
your eyes are lamps, tempted into the night.
away from the
light.
the crumbling of the purpose you were made for.
the snapping of your identity.
so eagerly ignored.
snip snip snip
goes the facts of love.
goes the truth that's
smacked right in
your face.
Bald spots laid bare.
for the evil one to be there, to take you away,
to take you there.
to where
your death is every few forevers.
and where suicide is no longer an option.
why was it an option.
the night skies were your dreamt of destination.
A compromise, a quick route.
comfort is what you want, and you find it in
death?
It's not too late.
the hair is cut off but at least you still have a head.
Its not too late.
For you to say
"Lord Jesus, forgive me my sins this very moment."
This very moment
Jesus has forgiven you.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
I tread along this road, directionless
My compass broken, I can’t tell true North.
More likely South I go, affectionless
And in to time I march along henceforth.
So taking to the mountains in retreat,
I try to run away from things untold
For with no way of knowing when I’ll meet
This future that, until now, can’t unfold
I try to keep presumptions out of thought.
I try to keep my mind at ease and rest…
But if I could have spoilers to the plot
Perhaps these things would motivate the best.
I tread along this road, directionless
My heart and soul I feel are just a mess.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
In his fight-night presence
and
In his affectionless absence.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC