The stream (all workshops)
My woman is emotionally unavailable
Not my woman but usually the type I'm attracted to
Talk to me for a minute ditch me the next
Avoid your feelings avoid mine
Refuse depth refuse me refuse us refuse you
A cycle
The same type of thing
I never learn because there is no learning
There is only loving on,
And getting hurt rejected and abandoned,
Then loving on again
Then the same thing again
In the aftermath they wish they had you
But oh my lovely dears I am really sorry
Boundaries are to be kept
why to live with the old
i.
i listened to his stories he
spoke slowly i steeled
not to swim
in the lake
i listened to his stories
strained to nod at
the right time
there was a smile in his eyes
the lake waited
his were not the real stories
the women told me he
did not speak of tragedy
instead his boyhood was
still with him he
smiled with his eyes
my grandfather told me
stories
ii.
Make your way through the ether,
manipulating time
Racing through the universe
just to chase a rhyme.
Searching for a memory
to quell the pain divine.
Bitter opposition
has somehow changed your mind.
All of this is travesty
and all by sweet design.
Poetry expressed my friends
in just a few sweet or bitter lines!
Chase the wind to find the truth,
displayed in bright sunshine.
Remembering that as a child
everything seemed fine!
It has come to our house
everything is different.
So many changes in a short time,
first, mommy and daddy yell!
The fighting is loud and heated.
Bad words and name-calling!
After, they don't speak to the other.
Going about in tight-lipped silence.
cold destroys the heat...
it is nice outside, but winter
in our war-zone apartment.
Daddy has moved out, now.
Mommy is dating someone
nervous, but friendly.
Daddy comes to take me away
every second Sunday of the month.
Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
Where lotus blossoms sleep
by marshes dank and deep.
My love went down to weep
so long ago.
She’d had to let me leave,
grow old and grey and grieve.
Go mad with make believe,
not let me know.
That she still cared for me,
though we could never be.
She needed to be free
so she could grow.
But wistful waves still rise,
‘spite savage sapphire skies,
And love, lost in her eyes,
is still aglow.
Sometimes, it seemed she burned
bridges for warmth. Sometimes
while I was still crossing them.
I learned to look forward
to the cool breezes of being gone.
I wasn't bitter though. She needed to be free
to understand the properties of fire.
Oh, how easy it is
To fold the cards
Life handed you
We were not made
For well-lit roads
No, we thrive
In the furnace
Of our fears
Not taking
On the odds
Is foreign to
Those that
Dance to
The sound
Of courage
Ignore the noise
Grow by taking in
The silence
That kills
Joy slowly
Sitting under the boardwalk
out of the sun’s fiery rays
while the people above
celebrate the summer
with cotton candy and
caramel apples.
Sand rains down from
the treading above us.
Deciding to join the party,
we brave the sun’s rays.
I wish
i had someone,
to argue with.
the walls,promise:
peace.
they merely suffocate you,
with silence.
i want to have
a living-
person.
one, i will never own.
one, who can argue
with me
and, help me
feel:
real.
silence, makes me feel
divisible.
many parts of a badly crafted:
puzzle.
do i even exist?
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