So I was digging through some old files, and I stumbled across some poetry of mine that I haven't read in ages. I love that - it's as though the writing belongs to someone else, and this is my first time ever having read it. Anyway, here are a few snippets from a previous life of mine, a life I remember clearly and yet seems so distant to me now.
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There's the disgustingly romantic:
I am yours and I am mine
Where you are dark and dark is light.
I choke on words I keep inside,
Your face a poem I’ve yet to write...
Who could ever be so vain
To dare to speak aloud your name,
To say those words to make you stay
When your heart tells you to fly away.
I won’t be the one to drown your will,
To change your mind and break the deal,
To act according to what I feel
When I’ve not determined just what is real.
I’ve miles to go before I’m through -
With you to gain, nothing to lose -
I’ll search the world if I have to,
To find the words to describe you.
Dazed by what I can’t believe-
A fusion of sweet energy-
Lost is logical reasoning,
While you are as near as you are to me.
Stowed away are all reservations
And thoughts of recent revelations,
As I marvel at the constellations
And forget to ponder our destination.
As star explode and worlds collide,
I kiss the moon, embrace the sky,
And soar across that dividing line
Into what once was yours but now is mine.
A piece of heaven to revel in,
A tangled mesh of skin on skin
In a flash of time when I can’t determine
Just where I end and you begin.
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The bitter and jaded:
With washed-up dreams and strangled screams—
I am torn between rage and an epiphany--
all this hot air suffocating me, and
I accept that I have been beaten.
I see that I am sliced up and twice fucked,
worn out and listless and
I think that I missed this when I let my ears fold,
when a sweet, salty kiss made my eyes close,
and I bought into all those lies that were sold
at the bestseller rate for those sociophobes
who can’t get a date-just sit home and masturbate,
wishing the world would implode to end their heartache.
Now, somewhere in my head, amidst all the regrets,
all the what-ifs, should-haves, and words I never said,
lies the notion of Romance as it has fallen dead,
taken with it the chance of repeating this dance
of the one-legged fool who gave in to circumstance.
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The angry political:
The sun rears her head
And we are all living dead,
Waking to a world of fear and dread,
Lamenting lost youth while tumors grow in our heads,
Here in the land of the free and over-fed.
So let’s give a hand to the man with a plan,
Who smiles and waves at his flag-toting fans,
Slaps his bible and takes a stand,
While jerking off with his free hand.
Glory, hallelujah! The world is saved!
The forests burned and the fields all paved!
The children are dead and their murderers reign
But the sun goes on rising just like yesterday.
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The mildly amusing:
"Cinderella's Fashionable Tardiness"
So I’m late for the ball cuz the tire went flat,
but I'd never tell Prince Charming that;
that guy don’t know what the magic mirror shows,
which is I've got me a run in my pantyhose,
and yes, my friends - they're all long gone,
lured away by the Pied Piper’s song,
to a crystal castle overlooking the sea,
far, far away and there's no vacancy,
but now and then they send a postcard to me,
just to remind me of all that I'm missing,
so I’ll stick out my thumb and catch me a ride,
cuz I hear life’s better on the other side,
and soon I’ll be dancing with the man of my dreams,
and we’ll see if everafter's all it’s cracked up to be.
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And a bit of haiku:
Kisses taste sweeter
When there is a foreseen end
To receiving them.
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So, anyway....
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