A Poet's in the Corner: Intermission

In the spirit of renewal
I am drawn to your inner beast like a moth to a flame
Lit for my discovery
The reverie in me spoke so deeply that I took leaps

Leaps and bounds, salacious sounds, and mounds

Pleasure is heavy
But this reservation is just for two

Me and you in a unlit room for a rendezvous

No words, just listen
Don't speak as sweet as she sang it
I'm not the doppelgänger that was planted
So let's slip away and slip into danger

Into satin robes and sheets the color of dried blood
Let's run until we touch the sun

Touch hands, romance, and dance
Until we slip back into a world filled with demands
Continue to save that last dance, for me.

A Poet's In the Corner: The Never-Ending Story

If your tongue could flick my ear lobe

As gently as the leaves tickled the sky in an autumn breeze

Then we’d really have something here

We’d have something clear

Something undefined

So mine

Legs intertwined

And curved spines

Fine wines

Smoke laced

Paper chase

Eyes grace

Divine grace

Short skirts

Truth hurts

Spandex slides

Love forgives

But can love live?

Can they forgive?

Can they forget?

Is that regret?

Oh, we met

Again and again

An old friend

But a God send

We mend

The broken hearts

Shattered into smithereens

No spleens

Splenectomy

You got next to me

You’re testing me

My patience

Your waist’s bent

Temptation

Hesitations

Full thoughts

Full-bodied

Full voices

Moans

Groans

Student loans

Alone

Never

We’re always together

Are we?

I don’t know

We grow

Separately

Into infinity

Again undefined

Intertwined

Be mine

You’re fine

I’m fine

We start over

Grow older

Grow smarter

Long harder

Check departures

Travel

Unravel

At the seams

Have long never-ending dreams

Screams

Creams

Body lotions

Scented

With ravenous fragrances

Not sure what you’re aiming at

It’s aimless

Things, changes

Short-changing

Deranging

Strange-ing

This never-ending bullet

Confused

Misused

Abused

A muse

You lose

I win

And this is where another story can begin.

A Poet's in the Corner: Signs of Fall-ing

I can’t keep living in love’s dark forlorn shadow

Cast over by evergreen trees

And leaves tipped by the colors of autumn

I keep building this glass house with silica sand

That keeps blowing away

With the signs of your resentment

I can’t keep chasing these broken dreams with band-aids

I can’t keep these scars from bleeding without stitches

I cannot stop laughing at my stupidity

Searching in your eyes for my own validity

Pleading temporary insanity

Profanity, used heavily

I’m wealthy

Wealthy with love, and laughter, and light

A light that I will shine for the world to see

Casting out those dark, forlorn, bleak, but mystical shadows

Creeping upon the enemy

Freeing us from this cell we call the Earth

In this prison of Love

It must be abandoned

It must be castigated

Never placated

Romantically involved with the sun

The moon

The stars

Our hearts never reaching

Merely skimming the surface

Enhanced purpose

They’re just jerks to us

Oh, that’s you my friend

It’s you again?

Remove your fetal tendencies from the corners of my mind

Decline the wino’s crutch

You cry too much

Despair too much

Care too much

Grow your hair too much

Leave the leaves sun-tipped in empathy

You’re like kin to me

A sweet sin to me

My most-feared enemy

But again I see

This is the end to me.

A Poet's In the Corner: Be Damned Unpretty...

He kept telling me I wasn't beautiful
Not that that's unusual
And even if the feeling wasn't mutual
It still felt brutal
He continued to be a co-conspirator, in wrecking my self esteem
Too bad every opportunity was led by me
And I could code his name so I don't deface his image
But he always ruined mine
I was like a pity f***
But was the cause of plenty inclines
And it started as a gamble
Which continued to dismantle
All the things that I thought were beautiful me
All the things that in absence led to deceiving
And I as I ran at a steady piace towards him
Through the brush
Leaving branches in my hair
And feeling crucified
I constantly sat on floors of bathrooms, thinking I'd want to die

And each friend plucked from God's good hands made me forget more and more of this man
And though my heart was empty
My body was strong
And my spirit was intuitive about things that were wrong
And I got a degree
"Look mom, no hands"
And I never failed to forget what I learned from this man
If you don't determine your own worth
Someone will do it for you,
For the rest of your life
So just drop the bullet, and pick up the mic
Poetry, it has healed many of my life's griefs
Without it, I have no idea where I would truly be

Write Byte: It'll always be about him in the end.

If I knew the color of love would be

Like cream in the sweetest coffee

If I knew the sound of love would be

Like sound waves between my shoulder blades

If I knew loves’ eye would

Twinkle like the eyes of a child

Then I would have never left love in the first place.

I’d love him until we both fell off the edge of the Earth

And would still love as I gasped and we fell

And in the ideal, as the angel’s claim their new angel

I would still love

And continue to shed the tears for the love lost forever.

I promise to never leave you ever again.