| My Poetry | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *Disclaimer: I make no claim as to the quality of the following poems. They are included not because they are good, but because they reveal something about me. These poems are directly about or inspired by people I've known. Although these poems are often depressing, I am usually not. I just happen to write in times of pain. I hope you enjoy and want to share your writing with me! All poems are copyrighted. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Afraid I'm not afraid of falling in love I'm afraid no one will catch me I'm not afraid of having my heart broken�again I'm afraid I'll be unable to reassemble it I'm not afraid of giving everything I'm afraid of being left with nothing I'm not afraid of being alone I'm afraid of being without you I'm not afraid of dying I'm afraid I haven't lived I'm not afraid, but hold me anyway |
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| no one has ever given me roses just because no one has ever drawn my bath by candlelight no one has ever surprised me with a picnic i may wish for it, but romance is not part of my life so don't feel bad for providing continuity i can't miss something i never had, can i? |
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| I wonder how it feels To look like that To smile like that To move like that I wonder how it feels To think like that To create like that To succeed like that I wonder how it feels To be adored like that To be envied like that To be extraordinary like that I wonder how it feels To be more than I am |
Nothing Special Not particularly attractive- Certainly not gossamer Not particularly intelligent- Certainly not genius Not particularly giving- Certainly not saintly Not particularly amusing- Certainly not comedic Not particularly talented- Certainly not prodigal Nothing special- Certainly not extraordinary Nothing special- Just breathing, barely |
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| No Apologies i will not apologize for wanting it all or for telling you i do i will not apologize for expecting the best or requiring it of you i deserve to have it all i expect to get what i give if you do not apologize for taking then i will not apologize for needing |
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| at first he would hold me close all night now he only touches me when he's "excited" at first he would declare his love for me now he merely responds that he does at first he would celebrate being with me now he barely remembers i'm lying here- and perhaps now i shouldn't be |
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| The Elements I am fire Sometimes warming Sometimes burning But always shining You are water Sometimes soothing Sometimes suffocating But always sparkling You desire the heat of the flame I desire a refreshing splash But I will resist temptation- I know what water does to fire |
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| Thank You I should thank you, really Most could not have broken my heart As thoroughly or as easily as you It's amazing how you feel no grief I would envy you for your lack of pain Except that it reflects a lack of true joy Perhaps I should pity you for not seeing That love can happen again if you let it But you are not a man who accepts Such childish romantic ideals And you are content and miserable that way So I thank you for breaking my heart And showing me that I can love Despite being broken in the past And thank you for reminding me That a moment of love is worth A lifetime of sorrow |
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| Empty There are no more tears There is no more joy There is nothing left of me Dreary I want to cry because you're leaving Smile because you're here But there is nothing left of me Apathy You induced by sorrow You displaced my laughter Now there is nothing left of me Weary Wanting everything I have Taking without reciprocating Until there was nothing left of me Empty |
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| My Poem for JHB I write poems to alleviate pain to release suffocating sorrow but I no longer have use for such cathartic tools You've brought light to my life Now similes refuse to drip from my pen like wax from a burning candle There are no more metaphors because our love is my poem I used to write poems to make myself happy but now I have more Now I have you |
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| Facilitation You made me question my worth And my sanity. You made me cynical about men And love. You made me restrain my feelings And my wishes. You made me curse destiny And passion. You made me betray my true self And I let you. |
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| Innuendo Please, use your tongue Slowly spread my lips apart Taste the warm moisture Only you can release The pent up need I have to come to you You beckon to me I willingly arrive I eagerly await the moment You place your lips upon mine |
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| For My Ex�s Sibling You have every right to believe the fault is mine After all, your biological loyalties lie elsewhere And you have no reason to see both sides But do not be mistaken, my heart is broken too And you have no right to step on the pieces |
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