My first attempt at “Spoken Words”
I couldn’t really think of any specific poem I’d like to say out loud, so I ended up picking this one out as it was always meant to be said.
They told me Opposites attracted, but I said it couldn’t be true.
How could you find him attractive, if he wasn’t nothing at all like you?
If you were temperamental, and he was really sweet.
If you were easily won over, but he never accepted defeat.
If you kept trying to be positive, but he never looked at the brighter side.
It’s not possible to be attracted, to both halves of the tide.
Your music is your mantra, but he dislikes it so.
His music is his life, but you can’t tell where it will go.
You can’t stand the same films, can’t bear the same food.
How could you even stand him, it’s more improbable than good.
But then I somehow met, a stupid chance of fate.
We had so little in common, it turned into a debate.
Can one passion override instinct?
I’m not sure if it’s true.
But whatever it is that holds me here, I’m glad it’s with you.
Posts tagged friendship
You sat against the window ledge with your heart on your sleeve,
crying into the darkness; you waited
but no one could hear.
Begging for a way out with dreams and needs,
yet no one bothered to lift you up
when you were at your most empty, starlight dripping in your eyes.
Too many ups and downs, while the world was shoving you
this way and that, forced down while I fear sometimes:
I will not be able to say I love you before you go.
Angry because you couldn’t find your way into the dark,
yet you screamed at me to let you jump and meet the concrete;
I waited for you to speak to me as the wind rushed in your ears.
Time passed and the terror subsided, knowing you were frightened;
tormented, torturous lies; deep in my throat I hated for you,
until all I knew was the power of words, some sting like bees.
Sticks and stones may break my bones yet words dig
far deeper and circumstances cut scars so much further than
that knife and the drop staring back at you, little spider scenes.
In the end you could not fit through the window,
scratches and scrapes; still
I would beg you to stay, any day.
Wild child, I’m sorry to say –
You must not crayon me no more
Nor can we place a time to play.
No longer can you be a hermit hardcore.
And why to your mother you protest so loud?
Do you not understand real is truly real?
Is sung with a sweet sound
That time by time never loses appeal.
My time is a time of a man hanging on the thin tip
Of a crumbling cliff.
So just end me with a whiff
And now life you live.
We’ll be best friends and
We can wear
Our friendship bracelets
On our fingers.
They call those
Once upon a time,
goblins and ghosts were codenames
for wonderment and silly games.
I got to say, I miss the days.
The neighborhood was dark
and we stayed out too late—
moms got mad but it was great.
It was before the curse of fate,
when the games began to haunt me,
and wonderment became disgust—
the shine of life became rust.
Restrain broke along with trust.
Funny, because I could killed you
in the utter absence of light
so beautifully stereotyped
by a perfect Halloween night.
Your face is drinking from my memory tonight,
Taking more than your share and stealing away
what I have left.
You pull pain over your shoulders. The sky
is a cloth woven with tiny pieces of me, and clouds
are everything that stays in the spaces
between our words.
There is nothing left to say. I should write you a letter,
a note, something - although I can’t seem to
I want to tell you that I’m sorry.
I quenched the candle
Before it had the chance
Closed the book
Before we had a chance to learn
And even if the words
Are etched more in pain and in hate
It’s better than this tiresome game
We play and we wait
Around and around
We’re not children anymore
And childish immaturities
Won’t settle the score.