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Rain was our favorite...
each drop had shimmered, little candies dropping from clouds
a sweetness gathering on my tongue.
The wind was cooling the heat on my back,
the heat in my heart...
the burning.
days had passed without making contact
and in that time I had smiled through pain
and allowed anger to engulf me
almost to the point where my love could have become hatred
but I won't let it get that far
I sighed over the many-times prepared breakfasts
remembering the way you liked yours...
arm around me, kissing my neck
and I would close my eyes
seeing the grey sea of your sheets carrying me
floating
I had felt safe.
I didn't know what I felt after each breakfast of now,
but smelling the ozone
and staring at the battered sky,
the candied drops no longer tasted sweet.
I wanted to hate you.
So badly.
But that would be unfair.
I thought back to when I was younger...
other girls used to play with flowers,
picking off petals,
counting on each silk-yellow teardrop
to decide his love.
He loves me not...
What I wanted most were flowers,
given out of the blue, for no reason at all other than "just because"...
but not even that, really.
I wanted thoughtfulness,
to be remembered
and loved for the fact that I was even alive.
I wanted
small gestures that said "I'm here with you."
But, no.
No flowers.
Only...
he loves me not
each drop had shimmered, little candies dropping from clouds
a sweetness gathering on my tongue.
The wind was cooling the heat on my back,
the heat in my heart...
the burning.
days had passed without making contact
and in that time I had smiled through pain
and allowed anger to engulf me
almost to the point where my love could have become hatred
but I won't let it get that far
I sighed over the many-times prepared breakfasts
remembering the way you liked yours...
arm around me, kissing my neck
and I would close my eyes
seeing the grey sea of your sheets carrying me
floating
I had felt safe.
I didn't know what I felt after each breakfast of now,
but smelling the ozone
and staring at the battered sky,
the candied drops no longer tasted sweet.
I wanted to hate you.
So badly.
But that would be unfair.
I thought back to when I was younger...
other girls used to play with flowers,
picking off petals,
counting on each silk-yellow teardrop
to decide his love.
He loves me not...
What I wanted most were flowers,
given out of the blue, for no reason at all other than "just because"...
but not even that, really.
I wanted thoughtfulness,
to be remembered
and loved for the fact that I was even alive.
I wanted
small gestures that said "I'm here with you."
But, no.
No flowers.
Only...
he loves me not
Literature
One for Dad
I was back in the house where I could feel the melancholy
of the lonesome, crowded west.
The same house but all the memories seemed so far away.
The smell of fresh paint hung heavy in the air,
and the walls I had once scratched and dented were bare.
A film of neglect clung to the books he never let me touch,
“Always end up damaged.” he’d say.
Not realising that love changes things,
makes friendships stronger, give things sentiment.
Those worn covers and creased pages,
not a sign of carelessness but a sign of greatest care.
There were the bottles of wisdom placed in the cellar,
full of learning, but paling to the lesso
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Father
She must have been
beautiful
sugar sweet
perfect
as you dressed her in innocence.
I'm sure her hair smelled of better times
and her eyes tugged at your conscience
and promised worlds
that made yours seem tragically thin.
And you were ...
weak
Now tell me, (father)
what broke your heart?
To find out you were the perfect liar?
Or to speak that ugly truth
that smashed everything
to blood-drawing shards of memories?
Because I don't need
your second-hand love
anymore.
I know, one day
you will contemplate gravity's fragilty
and fall into the sky
while we lie sleepless through nights gone hollow
with a bullet for the pain
an
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For My Father
my eyes red with tears I thought I'd no longer cry,
I see someone feel how I felt when you died,
it feels like forever since you were taken away,
and forever's what I'd give for just one more day
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I know. It's been a while, and it sucks right now. It's been a long time coming to find inspiration and drive.
I just took a thought and ran with it.
I just took a thought and ran with it.
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It was beautiful...