Spoken Thoughts
Woman In the Red Dress
I’ve been thinking about you,
Waiting for you to come home,
In hopes of my remembrance..
And the things we did that night.
I adored your composition.
From your delicate long red hair,
To your pretty freckles and captivating smile,
With a deep and intuitive stare;
The way you laughed it reminded me of self,
Not only could you listen but you could also hear.
As a companion, I made space for you to be here
But times have changed
And I can sense you’re no longer near
With a lackluster of closure you’ll always be here
It was 6 months of absence..
Now I remember one of my greatest fears
Forgotten Stars
I’ve changed the locks on this mental door,
You’ve come home late far too many times
With another word deprived of truth
And again, with lack of proof.
I’m another human being just like you are;
Is this the harm you intend to cause?
Worse than physical pain, like a metal stake
Through the heart,
I’ve suffered enough from eternal mental heartbreak.
Taken away from my delusional state of happiness,
Images of you crumble
As the stars burst
And the ashes of our speckled stardust dissipates,
At last we separate
Then remember who we once were,
Forgotten stars on paths the rubble creates.
Flowers
You asked 3 times already,
Stop prying for answers you don’t really care to hear
Coming up with questions like,
“Where’d you meet this one or that one,”
Knowing on these topics I’m vague with answers,
Specifying neither here nor there,
Stuck on this and that
Providing conditional love while
Killing the flower’s vibes with all of the above,
Just to satisfy your urge to go tit for tat
Like it’s your way or no way
The typical buckeye; toxic and inedible,
The first time I realized some people are intangible.
Different Directions
I find myself constantly thinking about love
Knowing I’m not looking nor am I available for it,
It’s always running across my mind
And there it goes again;
Lap forty five.
My common trial and error
And never a true commodity.
The first was the beginning of the trilogy,
The second repeated the first ending in another tragedy,
While the third gave me signs that it would never work;
She also never gave me any feelings of pain,
This was the closest to God’s prodigy.
We would butt heads when she thought emotionally
And I countered, thinking logically. Silly me.
The best of her had it’s worst,
As I looked passed that because of how good
She looked in that purple purse
With the silver chain on it because she denied gold,
And that had nothing to do with it, for what it’s worth..
Her past denied her access to
What should’ve been a quenchable thirst
And because of that, in our silence,
There her squeezing questions would lurk,
In the dark under the lights
Where my answers lacked substance,
There came one then two and maybe four questions
Oozing mental lust.
My true thoughts had been buried beneath dirt,
I learned from each part.. so no longer
Would pain travel through these arteries
Attached to this heart..