"concered" poems
Why do I constantly wonder,
If I'm truly to her, what she says I am?
Why am I so concered with that..
That feeling inside of my gut?
What is it anyway?
That disturbing clench.
It causes me to worry.
You've made my vision blurry.
Please stay by my side..
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
She doesn't know if anyone notices
That it shows in her face.
It was different then as it is now;
The damage tucked in the angles of her face-
In the shadows, in the light, beneath her eyes...
She could feel it changing
The way her laugh has suddenly become
A mechanism to not make her happy,
But others happy.
To push away the questions that would
Come crawling from concered hearts
From the thunder storm hanging
Above her head.
They aren't concerned for her being,
They're concerned for their curiosity.
Her smile used to reach her eyes,
Now it doesn't even reach her heart.
The path that connected emotions
To features was destroyed in the storm.
Like nature, it's going to take a while to recover.
And even when it does,
It will never be the same.
Just like her.
She won't ever be the same with every passing storm.
Every smile will be struck with lightening at night.
Every laugh will be drowned with the pouring rain
Just like her,
The storm has become her.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
I hated the way
you smoked 2 packs everyday
concered for wrinkles
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Who thinks they have the right
to stand in front of the room
as the center of attention,
saying only the first thing that comes to mind?
Who would expose only rudeness
to whomever puts in the effort
to be loving and appropriately concered.
The smart Alec refuses to learn.
Only a fool would say
the phrases that are silly and untrue.
A smart Alec may have a brain
but never a clue.
And for the lonely soul
with issues in boundaries
has no idea where the limits lie.
Walks in uninvited,
puts words in the mouth,
and unrightfully gives advice
within a bribe.
Though I can't change a fool or a smart Alec,
and I can't take away somebody's boundary issues
like a magic trick.
So I stand my ground,
and my shoulder is cold with ice.
Don't have to be a friend,
no need for me to be nice.
Just need to treat them fair
and always
Avoid
getting into fights.
And those are my rights.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Lie in silence
Sit on all the words
I have not the courage to say
Staring blankly
Confused and concered
About what the future holds now
I can't let go
Holding on dearly
To this broken relationship
It is not wise
It does not fare well
Better this than being alone
Sorry
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC