I think my past loves work deserves its own space,I will update.

[delril7]

I have one for you ladies written by a lady I once loved....... Things happen


Outlined by the moonlight you sat across from me like destiny, testing me,
tempting me into almost believing in unicorns, toothfaries, and romantic potions that perform Smokey's miracles with silver linings behind clouds, thick, like 3rd eye cataracts settled behind my corneas obstructing the view

Deconstructing feelings into chemical checks & imbalances, You, threw off my whole equillibrium
Made me stare at you from every obscure direction except directly at you
But you knew.

You knew I thought it was beautiful.

Things that scare me like love, trust, & sincerity glare at me across the mile of aisle between us. Who knew that on an 8hr. bus ride, I'd be so inspired & rewired I'd have to write a poem, this poem, about you?

After a decade of weighing the pros & cons of knowing men as only pros & cons, I'd checked the balance & come up overdrawn, yet . . . I felt like I was watching a scene from some obscure movie I'd long since dismissed when you kissed your son on the forehead, gently put your jacket under his head, draped his legs across yours,

See, I've been jealous before, but this was different. This had nothing to do with being insecure. I just wanted to be in his place, let you fan my face while I slept, dreaming of someone who'd dry my face if I wept. Someone I could show my pain to so he'd drain it away, & I wouldn't even have to say anything . . . Can't say anything . . .

So I just stared at you like an eclipse with your son, wishing I was the one you called home to, long distance, every 5 minutes for the 45 minutes we've been on this Roy's chicken line, & when the turn was finally mine, I realized I'd been staring at you the whole time. And all I could think was . . .

Damn, I want what she's having . .
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i killed a butterfly yesterday because it reminded me of you

i thought it was cute, fuzzy, so full of potential, it was beautiful

eventhough no one else thought so

i invited you into my cocoon so you could grow your wings & fly

i thought you would take me with you

but instead you left me behind to watch you chase moths

and i did

alone

you flew away & made me a spectator in your life cycle

and since it started with a woman i thought it should end that way too

so i killed a butterfly yesterday

because it reminded me of you

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As a man who prided himself with not hurting any I dealt with it makes me sad to read , so I remember the impact of pain and the artistic flower she has become......... Wish she never had to endure that.

 

[DeSiRe]

i liked the first one

 

[delril7]

And another .............


Cactus Speaks

Look at me.

Just look at me.

Come on now.

Close your eyes and look at me.

I need to feel your dissecting needle stabbing me, dragging me across a slide

Examine me, twin microscopes in stereo peek at the molecules inside my skin

I'm tweekin. Please. Leak into my veins so you can see that pain runs deep blue black inside my blood because lack of love has drained the oxygen from my heart

Attack the arteries to unclog the venom you left when you left the ventricle on the left shyt stained cause it contained the secrets to your long life and you'd rather die than spend another day here, say we're alright, stay the night and have to

Look at me. Come on close your eyes, damnit. I dare you.

Find the tracks of my years in tears too smokey to see clearly how fearful you were to fall out of the window if i kept pushing, so in case of emergency you broke glass & jumped your ass out the window onto the concrete grass planted by the poison underemotional seeds of your past

Issue a thorough search of my muscle tissue to find the source of my strength to understand how I'm able to withstand the radiation better than your previous

Patience is a virtue 'til somebody hurts you and then patience becomes a paralytic medication. New form of sedation and believe me baby, you are no anesthesiologist. No.

You are the microorganism that no one detects. The one that wrecks the immune system so fast lymphocytes can't call for self-help. Killing T's like Killer bees becoming extinct in the same way--the selfish acts of men. But your disease confuses my memory B's so they can't remember, don't wanna remember

Loving me in December, leaving me in November, committing to me in October, resenting me in September. I could curse the day I walked into your office and hopped up on your table. And what's worse is the way you were able to hear my heart through your death-a-scope. Scope out the weaknesses and uncertainties. Find out exactly what was hurting me and proceed to practice cardiac malpractice. If love was water baby, you've made me a fu*king cactus. And I didn't even need much, just a gentle touch, and for you to

Look at me,

just close your eyes and see

Just how beautiful

a fu*king cactus

could be.

 

[SinaminDelite]

Nice work! Things Happen & Cactus Speaks took me for a loop. Very nice

 

[delril7]

And its goes .........


Eviction Notice
Current mood: blank

Love has been an absentee landlord
Cause it don't live here anymore.
The vacancy sign in your eyes tells the tale of how you abandoned me while you swallow razor blades to cut me with your words
Drink bleach to brainwash me in whispers . . . Hush! My memory's fading & I've forgotten who I was before we met
I had the nerve to bend over backwards for you scraping my scalp against sidewalks looking for concrete ideas of what your manhood should be.
Could it be me?
In dragged out rendition a lady sings the blues conditioned & constricted, addicted to abuse
You're sticking to me
So I regurgitated your bastards into the sink thinking it's better to flush the future down the drain while it still knows how to swim against the tide
I can't quite decide if my feelings for you are instinct or extinct
Within Tyrannosaurus jaws you got me where you want me balancing my sanity on delicate pin points that grind souls to dust you
Blow ashes in the the wind so it will carry me
Marry me to dust storms so I can breeze through my desert life, a deserted wife
My heart lay open for you like a mic waiting for you to grip it lovingly, hugging it with fingertips rubbed raw & unidentifiable from writing feelings too thickly vailed to spit clean
So you spit dirty thoughts caught in the spin cycle
Recycled but discarded nonetheless I sit outside an empty tenament building in pieces rapping with optimistic plastic bags filled with hope
It used to be home, now boarded up with graffiti spray painted across the windows so you can't see how you abandoned me . . .
And now love don't live here anymore . . .