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Moriah Jean Jan 2011
I disassemble, unravel, deconstruct.

I am broken by
your changing whim...
The crushing weight of
your unpredicatable currents.

Because --
By love I was begun,
And,
By love I am undone.

(I will lose this fight)
© January 18th, 2011 Moriah Jean

Well, quite obviously about love.
And I believe, for Andrew.
But who really knows anymore.
Persephone Feb 2013
Like the sea my emotions are.
Unpredicatable, and always changing
I may be peaceful and calm, or wild and always raging
Albeit the similarities, I am envious of the sea
How it frustrates me so-
That I can never tame the violent storms
That brew in the depths inside of me.
The sea is the lucky one, she has learnt control
And here I am, helpess and defenceless
In the way I always deform.
The everlasting pools of tears in my eyes are no match against the sea,
I should be glad.
Yet, why do I hate everything inside of me?
My first work on this site. I don't expect anybody to read it or understand it because it is very personal on a level that I'm not sure even makes sense to anybody but myself. It's also late and I'm really tired, but being in my sleepy-state I ended up sort of satisfied with this.
James Leggett May 2016
I

the alarm clock refuses to set itself
it tells me this at 4:05 in the morning


II

I’ve started combing my hair
trying to maintain some sense of maturity
after I shaved my beard I
was reminded of my boyish look


III

the mirror decides to show
the reverse of a reflection
it shows me everything I’m not


IV

I have a dream where you’re the star
and I’m the narrator
we exist in the same world
but never interact


V

I look at my college degree like it’s an old photograph
from a time period I never lived in
I’m still seeking employment


VI

I turn 25 and unwrap gifts
looking for plans and hopes
and whether or not they’re relevant


VII

sometimes I wonder what you’re doing
who you’re with and how
much happiness you have


VIII

I disappoint myself
rejecting expectation
and ignoring opportunity
shaped in the consistency of
social resonance
populated by unpredicatable girls
who may charm you away
or ***** the scabs you’re dreading to discover


IX

abandoned ditches come with welcome signs
and I can’t help but feel a little afraid
that my vision is cut in half


X

two halves of a poem
form together
feel the uneven edges out
and agree on acceptance


XI

hands unfold
and position themselves for
placement
for some tangible thing
to appear

— The End —