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Don't Inspire MeDarling, if you break my heart
I'll write much better poetry.
When I am wounded words will flow
like river-ink into the sea
congealing into bitter rhymes
that ring with painful honesty;
the spark that loss gives back to souls
the fuel that burns, called "agony"
the strumming, roaring of my drive
the call to race away from "me"
to far-off hills, and bury thought
and let only the weeping be.
What motivates us more than this?
The anguish and the ecstasy
that populates the blank page fast
and spins our sighs to tapestry.
And yet I think I would prefer
to be quite bad at all of this
and blame my failure on my smiles,
the greyer side of merry bliss.
Let happy fools lose heavy minds
and dance a weightless jig
forget about philosophy
and be the happy pig.
13 Poems and Fragments on LoveHard worker:
Dedicated darling, bent
over the table; light pools
around your busy hands
like a fairytale shoemaker
slaving in the night.
Set down your tools,
Set me on your lap
I'm better than anything
you ever made.
That some other who
made me, made me
Engineer of my heart.
Words like "graduation" spill from my heart
and leak through me; hot, dark, red - well
you know I'm not here to
break things, or take apart
the strings of your life,
your happiness glow.
When you are gone
I cannot sleep;
A child without the
comfort of light.
When you are here
I am the moth
on your beauty.
My wings are on fire
the pain is fierce
and nothing like
I'd choose your
I choose it
How awful now a young girl's rhyme
And yet the years have not improved
Yet how would I have realised
without these rhythmic words,
without my crutch
Warmer WinterSnow falls on your lashes.
We move closer. Your
sweet, awkward attempt
to touch my arm misses.
My flesh feels colder for it.
I cannot look at your
laughing face, so close.
I tell myself I am fond
of you, but
not too much.
I will not look.
I don't even know
if I want you that way.
Maybe you just make me warm.
Sweet one, your gentleness is like
an easy song, sung 'round a fire.
Under the bare stars you'd smile,
and everyone would sing it too.
Your gentleness would move a world.
Your smile and laughter stir my well.
I am too deep for you, too dark.
Merry little bird, take your light
let it sing,
even through snow.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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