"hedley" poems
I never would have thought
In a million years
I would find myself thanking
The boy who caused my tears
For the heartbreaks and the lies
Broken promises
Second chances and tries
For causing my heart to shatter
After repeatedly picking up the pieces
All on my own
Making me question if love was for me
Denying any boy
Who showed the slightest interest
Because I did not think I deserved it
I just wanted to be alone
For lying to me constantly
And making me believe
That if anyone was truly honest
It must be a dream
You changed my course of happiness
And made me want to sin
Drink away the pain
And never let you back in
I wanted to forget your name
And your forest green eyes
I wanted to kiss a boy
Who would not tell me lies
Once I sobered up
I came to believe
You were never good enough
To love someone like me
So thank you for my tears
And your expensive lies
Thank you for pushing me on a path
To meet the boy with green eyes
To tinder a relationship
Into the brightest of flames
To love someone worth trusting
That makes me want to dance in the rain
Thank you for the pain
You have caused me
Without experiencing you
I wouldn't be in love with Garrett Hedley
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
I guess this is as real as it gets.
I stared at this blank page for a while trying to figure out how I wanted to express myself to you.
The easiest way to get my thoughts flowing was playing that Hedley song you once sang to me while we layed together on the black couch in my living room.
That couch isnt there anymore. Neither are you.
But it's that moment sits in my mind as though someone etched it there permanently and I can time travel back to that moment as soon as I hear the piano playing.
I remember how funny it was that you couldn't sing. But at the same time it was amazing that you remembered every lyric to that song and looked me in the eyes as if you meant every single word.
Ironic isn't it how it had to do with not letting me go.
Ironic that even if it sounded crazy, you were gone 2 months later.
I guess I should of seen your lose grip on my hands as a warning sign that you weren't staying,
I wasn't enough to make you stay and I guess that's why 6 months later I still lay in bed blaming myself.
They say if you love someone let them go and that seems like the most rediculous thing to me because I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone and watching you leave was just as hard as standing unarmed in the middle of a shooting range.
As pathetic as it is, I just want you to know. I want you to know how much I hate you for hurting me the way you did.
I hate you for consuming my thoughts everyday. I hate you for thinking its okay to make me fall so deeply and just leave as though I was nothing; as though we were nothing.
Ending a poem is probably the hardest part. I don't know how I want to leave you feeling.
I'll just say this; if love is what we had, then I want nothing to do with it because someone that loves you shouldn't be able to leave you feeling torn in the middle of the night, they shouldn't leave you wondering what they did wrong in order to not be enough for you. I shouldn't feel like love is something that isn't meant for me, and that's how I feel every ******* day.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
Hedley’s mother had hairy legs.
That’s one reason you liked to
go over for tea some days. That
and the fact she wore the kind
of short dress no other women
you knew would wear at least
not in front of minors like yourself
and Hedley. More tea? Cake?
she asked giving you the big smile
and oozing her perfume from her
nearby body. Yes more cake please
and are those salmon sandwiches?
Yes dear and there’s plenty more
if you want she replied. She poured tea
and brought more cake and sandwiches
and sat down opposite you and said
how’s your mother dear? Oh she’s ok
you said gazing dumbly at Hedley’s
mother and the way her hands moved
over the plates and held the teapot
with the red fingernails and the rings
on her fingers. Is your husband not here?
you asked. No he’s away business calls
and such like she said giving you the smile
and bright eyes. Oh good glad he’s got
plenty of work on you replied. Hedley ate
and drank and said little over tea. His
mother ate quite daintily her fingers
holding the cup with her little digit sticking
out as she drank. Ah she said suddenly
I forgot the jelly and ice-cream and off
she walked and you watched as she went.
Her hairy legs really grabbed your attention.
Mothers huh? Hedley said. Keeping face
against the odds. Father’s probably
******** his female clients or staying
over in cheap hotels with the red-light girls.
Oh right you said guess some father’s do.
Here’s the jelly and ice cream Hedley’s
mother said on her return hope you like it
she said I like it when it wobbles and the soft
taste on the tongue. Hedley said nothing and
nor did you. You were thinking of Hedley’s father
and those cheap hotels and the girls he’d *****
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
Part One
A man left a prison this morning
he'd been there the last fifteen years
when he walked down the mean streets of Jesup
he'd resurrect all of their fears.
He was a man, no different to others
though he kept himself to his peace
but the anger all stored up inside him
was destined for violent release.
A young girl had been murdered in Jessup
and he'd been a stranger in town
they said that he'd beaten and stabbed her
he hadn't, but they still sent him down.
His first thoughts were for retribution
he'd beat them and they'd feel the pain
like he felt when they kicked him in prison
again...and again...and again.
Now he travelled to seek not just vengeance
he needed to get back his name
so someone was going to suffer
and others would pay for his shame.
He'd walked out of prison in Jackson
and boarded a train to Mobile
By Greyhound he reached Pensacola
where he rested and took time to heal.
Part Two
In Jesup he woke with a headache
to the loud urgent ring of the phone
he remembered that night and that poor girl
and he let out a long quiet moan.
It was Hedley the new County Sheriff
he said for the man to go down
he could call at his office in Jesup
or pack up his things and leave town.
Such a bright sunny day as he stepped out
not one single cloud in the sky
a gunshot and a burning sensation
The man fell and knew he would die.
To Hedley the man was real guilty
keeping peace meant he wanted him out
he thought back to the slaying that morning
the dead man's last words cried like a shout.
A young man had rushed up to help him
there was nothing to do he could see
but as he died the man whispered something
"Tell the Sheriff son, it never was me."
A young had suffered so many year before
and the case had been closed a long time
but the wrong man had gone into prison
or his death had no reason or rhyme.
The girl needed justice as the man did
Sheriff Hedley would never be the same
for he promised the girl and the dead man
he'd catch her killer and clear the man's name.
Epilogue
A bullet was found by the dead girl
a matched one lodged in the man's heart
the second one carried a thumb print
for the Sheriff, a good place to start.
©Joe Wilson - Where was the justice then...2014 (re-shod from 1992)
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC