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Wanderer Jun 2014
I am sorry*

We shared those words today
I no longer worry about the shade of our hands
Come Dawn
Love still connects us
Bridge building is slow
Worth while to the persistent
To the patient
Compromise
We are not compatable through
Religion. Philosophy. The Soul.
However, for us, music still stands
Classic rock and 70's disco fever
High pitched BeeGee's
Crooning Zepplin while deer watching
That connection alone binds us
Much less the love of mountains
Cold lungs on frosty mornings
Hunting for dinner with bow, with arrow
I have missed you
Wasted time stretched between us
No longer
Happy Father's Day
Took my own advice.
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
Empower me
With the keen edge
Of cathartic sagacity
And I will dance
In exalted  tribute
To daybreaks invincibility
Double time
While quoting  rhyme
To the downbeat slash
Of the scarecrows scepter
While compatable
Emulation
Exposed to rarefied
Imagination
As the keep of the keys
Pounds out
The scathing expose
That dredges up
Those
Benumbed and bewildered
Riders
Who have been
Constantly
Overexposed to the negatives
Developed
In those darkrooms
WHERE
Expedited promises
Secretly enacted
Enabling
Blankcheck *******
Of any and all
Faithful believers
Of our beloved Carrousel
That we have
Always  insisted
Is the keepsake
Bequeathed
To all the concerned
Caretakers--once empowered
With the keen edge
Of cathartic sagacity
Now just
Trying to keep dancing
To the fading  calliope music
As too many
Once - synchronised
Elements
Of our revolving
Carrousel  
Are going wrong
Breaking down
Sarah Kline Aug 2014
occasionally I will wonder if we're compatable

or is the only reason we stay because of flattery

do you think this too?

will I be able to tell you my secrets
could I tell you my fears

and have the same feeling that we get when we kiss

or are we just hanging by lust on a rope that's breaking strand by strand

that's not what I want
I want to know you
Ashley Kane Mar 2018
Me
Me
The forgotten me,
I squint to see her
the she before the us
I can't remember her
what did she wear.....
how did she talk.....
did she dance....
did she laugh....
did she enjoy making love?....
she's so lost and forgotten, a pattern out of date.
no longer viable on this new updated model
i can no longer run her program the forgotten me isn't compatable
so i must put her to sleep along with us
This new Me this new version is harder to run
its not as quick or slick
but its strong and resistant with
plenty of armour
an upgrade for the forgotten me
A reflection on myself after coming out of an oppressive situation trying to identify with myself again

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