June 2012
14 posts
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Day 82
I want to be a rock
almost always stagnant
poised in a position
where I won’t be disturbed.
Buried beneath rubble,
six feet under the surface,
underground, understood, untouched.
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Day 81
She is the elephant in the room,
Destroying all the white couches
I tried so hard to keep impeccable.
She is the captain of our ship,
Sailing us two different directions
To an endless sea of doubt.
She is the smell of smoke
From cigarettes so pungent,
They hurt your nasal passages.
She is a ghost, haunting
the hallways of our minds,
Frightening me at every opportunity.
She is the air...
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Day 80
Here is where I start falling,
due to feelings and emotions
picked up on the street
from those sad souls that
surround me. Enveloped in
these emotions, my body
starts to fail, my heart sinks,
my lungs collapse, losing my
ability to breathe in this air
that so many desperately seek.
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Day 79
Take the keys and start the car,
A light just turned on,
Just kiss her goodnight my dear.
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Day 78
Imprisoned Words
Staring at my drafts,
I see all the potential,
of poems that could
be far from expectation.
Too bad I can’t post,
too bad I can’t expose
for fear of rejection,
ridicule, and scorn.
All these words
will stay imprisoned,
in my white little inbox,
surrounded by an impenetrable
foamy blue sea.
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Day 77
Arsonist
You can take the past,
and you can take the present,
set fire to the remnants
and pour the ashes to the sea.
Your heart will be at ease, your
pride will be content, but in the
end your aching soul will consume
your very being.
Lights will remind you,
Sounds will surround you,
Aromas will intoxicate you.
Of her face, of her voice, of her
sweet smelling perfume in the summer
...
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Day 76
Engañada
Si te dieras cuenta,
supieras que te extraño,
cada dia mas y mas.
Pero, quizá solo es
un sentimiento,
un pensamiento,
una emoción.
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Day 75
No, Gracias.
How difficult is it to say, “No?”
To just spew that word out as if
it was my next breath.
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Day 74
I think I just broke the ice
into a million little pieces.
I think I just destroyed the walls
that kept me from you.
I think I just cut every ounce
of tension built up in the room.
Oh how I hope I am not dreaming.
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Day 73
What I Want to Feel
I just want to feel again
I want to feel a feeling
A tiny little feeling that,
grows and expands
increases and proliferates
progresses and matures.
A feeling to feel again.
A feeling to quench all desires of
feeling.
To feel once more is what I long for
A touch, a look, a smile, to make me
feel like a feeler again.
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Day 72
My words just escape me.
There isn’t a nice way to put it.
A simple no would suffice in my book
But this isn’t my book now, is it?
I have to help you write a page,
maybe only a sentence;
a page you will burn and forget.
How can I say this? How can I
explain this? I have to carefully
sculpt these words into statues
of gold and bronze, porcelain and
ivory, metal and wood.
But what if I...
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Day 71
The Red Bench
I sat down next to
you and asked, “Why
do you hate me?”
You got up and
walked away.
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Day 70
She walked
and walked
and walked
and walked
and walked
and walked
and walked and walked and walked
and walked some more
she sat,
down on the pathway,
crossed her legs,
and took a breath
Day 69
You’re so magnetic
I’d say you’re electric.
For rhyme’s sake,
I’ll go home and bake.
This poem started with
an explanation, and
ended with an exclamation!
