"ltr" poems
In this new world so connected digitally
Online with your smartphone or desktop continuously
Every touch or click with your fingers sublimely
Connecting messaging chatting seductively
Rush of dopamine brain lives ecstatically
Bits and bytes that rise and fall emotionally
Waiting for physical touch earnestly
LDR love seem to be extraordinarily
Yet to see LDR grows into LTR eventually
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
It’s becoming clear
Old fashioned romance is dead
I want an LTR
But they want to hook-up instead.
I want long term dating
Not short-term flings,
I want tight and secure
Not something no-strings.
At my age I never considered
Meeting someone for a hook-up
This is a crazy situation
I just couldn’t cook up.
This casual dating I find
Is just making me frantic,
Somehow it doesn’t jive
With an old-school romantic.
For a writer
It’s like committing libel
To a true believer
Like speed-reading the Bible.
Now I sit here wondering
Should I accept the latest fashion,
And let them satisfy
Their hot-blooded passion?
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
Every time I look up,
I look for you.
Every letter I open
Every call I receive.
I hold on to a desperate hope
That you'll have realized you love me
That your regret of letting me go
Will overcome your stubbornness.
But that's assuming you feel some regret...
you never come, and
the letters are never from you,
and you never call.
I continue, alone,
Hoping with an empty hope,
Dreaming an empty dream.
I wake up every day from my stupor
knowing I'm still on my own
that all it will ever be is just pretending.
But I still look for you,
I still wait for you
even if it means I'll be alone.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
does it matter that I miss you?
does it matter that I still think you're funny?
does it matter that I still love your smile,
the way you talk
the way you laugh?
does it matter that I still love you?
does it matter that I'm sorry?
does it matter that I can name a million things I would have done differently?
what does it matter?
what does any of it matter?
none of it made any difference.
what did I need to be so that you would have kept loving me?
cooler, more distant?
thinner, or less flippant?
or perhaps not so opinionated and messy.
but what does it matter?
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC