i have always hated the way a lie feels
scraping across the roof of my mouth
its hardened edges like sour candy
pulling at the crease in my jawbone
i do not remember
when this hollow feeling
became easier to stomach
than telling the truth
but i know
pulling off a deception
can be as easy as writing a poem
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Adventures in 26/30
we are both perfectionists
working on goodbye
neither satisfied
to simply walk away
i swear
there is no heart here left to break
you may
have just gotten it right
working on goodbye
neither satisfied
to simply walk away
i swear
there is no heart here left to break
you may
have just gotten it right
Monday, April 25, 2011
Adventures in 25/30
So.
Today's po-em is none of your business.
It is the official final version of Lynsita's po-em, which means that she gets to be the first person to see it. And since she doesn't get to see/hear it until tomorrow (maybe)...you don't get to either.
To get your poetic fix for the day, check out Daniel Carpenter over at Winter Hill. Once you go there, you might want to check out the NaPoWriMo site for some good prompts and po-e-try.
Peace Be
---
ok. i know you were waiting...holding your breath for it even...a po-em for Lynsita...who is reading "over my shoulder" as we speak. enjoy.
there is more than one way to hold a broken heart so the pieces don't hurt your fingers
i don't think she knows this
she carries her childhood like a magic someone should apologize for
we are on opposite ends of anything that needs comparing
we are as close to fantastic as any good story should get
when i call her perfect
i do not mean to say that she is flawless
only a just-in-time answer to a long forgotten prayer
for someone to come with no strings attached
who wasn't so touch and go
not so desperate around the edges
not so well taught to run away
these days i wonder when i will break her
gentle heart into stone
like precious metal ground to dust from the weight of knowing
someone who don't come easy
whose heart is like shards of glass
i cannot imagine we had each other in mind
when we pictured a future best friend
but i love her
enough to hold her hand when it hurts to need someone
and she
wrote me a poem
reminded me who i was
like a one-on-one tutorial on how to hold a broken heart
Today's po-em is none of your business.
It is the official final version of Lynsita's po-em, which means that she gets to be the first person to see it. And since she doesn't get to see/hear it until tomorrow (maybe)...you don't get to either.
To get your poetic fix for the day, check out Daniel Carpenter over at Winter Hill. Once you go there, you might want to check out the NaPoWriMo site for some good prompts and po-e-try.
Peace Be
---
ok. i know you were waiting...holding your breath for it even...a po-em for Lynsita...who is reading "over my shoulder" as we speak. enjoy.
there is more than one way to hold a broken heart so the pieces don't hurt your fingers
i don't think she knows this
she carries her childhood like a magic someone should apologize for
we are on opposite ends of anything that needs comparing
we are as close to fantastic as any good story should get
when i call her perfect
i do not mean to say that she is flawless
only a just-in-time answer to a long forgotten prayer
for someone to come with no strings attached
who wasn't so touch and go
not so desperate around the edges
not so well taught to run away
these days i wonder when i will break her
gentle heart into stone
like precious metal ground to dust from the weight of knowing
someone who don't come easy
whose heart is like shards of glass
i cannot imagine we had each other in mind
when we pictured a future best friend
but i love her
enough to hold her hand when it hurts to need someone
and she
wrote me a poem
reminded me who i was
like a one-on-one tutorial on how to hold a broken heart
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