with bated breath
i have waited
gave my mind to death
thoughts cremated
with eyes tight shut
i fell and fell
bruised, banged and cut
otherwise well
asleep with fists
fighting my thirsts
oh how i would miss
being this cursed
Category: Love
Natalie O. 2009
I will savor the taste of your lips
as though it were my last meal
I will breathe you in
as though you were my final breath
I will set aside my doubts
as though I were once again a child
I will take you completely
as though I were the only one who could have you
I will do these things
for the smallest of favors from you
Your embrace
Your stroke
Your presence
Your touch …
to have it linger from the gentle speech of your fingers
the softest echo on my skin
And when you leave
I will wait
ever patient
For the complex richness of the beautiful simplicity
that lies in the way
you make me yours.
Hello, Bukowski
There has always been something about Charles – something vulnerably depraved. An acknowledgement of one’s own vices without the saccharine syrup dripping lightly upon the tongue, prettily disguising the sour taste of truth. I can’t help but love a man who is honest to and about his self. *sigh*
Found this while reading. I usually stick with posting my own poetic musings, but how I wish, some time ago, someone would have written this for me. 🙂
when God created love He didn’t help most
when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when God created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire
at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Joe and I
7/14/07
I have these moments
I’m tempted to say yes
I know I shouldn’t
The answer should be no.
But I can’t.
The lure of contentment
starts swallowing at my feet
I am slipping in
Being enveloped by the serene
peace
Of escape
And as each powdered trail
vanishes
– oh you know –
The blurring of reality
Becomes that much more dim
And I read you my poetry
You run your fingers across my bass
Tapping lightly
Squinting against the rising
Of another sun
Discussion of past transgressions
We are falling
But sitting still
Finding ourselves
In each other
The sunlight shocks
Some semblance
of Sense
Into our Self-constructed
Clouded
Sphere
The two high school
sweethearts
Now grown
Alone
And Broken
Pain in your voice
Agony in my heart
Let’s run away again
Down
That
Fuzzy
White
Trail
But the Sun is so bright
And you start to sing
“Beautiful girl…. stay with me…”
The night was long
And fell short
I want to burn bright like the sun.
That won’t happen.
I am already a pile of ash.
8 Years Ago
7/13/07
I think perhaps there is more to this
Than just a quick illicit stolen kiss
Yet, still my nights are spent without you
Some other human taking your place
And while you lay in your woman’s arms
I lure any others with my own charms
Still, I’m longing to hold just you
Your beautiful body
Gift of grace
So with great patience goes another day
Losing the struggle to keep lust at bay
And I yearn for the touch of you
But mostly, just the sight of your face
You’ll never truly belong to me
I will most likely take my leave
Though my heart surrendered to you
Clarity is crisp
This is not my Place
moth to the flame
He looked at her
as though she was the only one in the room
in the building
in the existence of mankind
She knew that look
and she felt weary
The last person she told
to not fall in love with her
did
She felt some part
of her spirit
sag
She wasn’t beautiful
perhaps attractive
She wasn’t successful
she managed to get by
She wasn’t a lot of things
but the life
she had lived
felt
seen
experiences
of varying extremes
lay idly and apparent
in her eyes
Maybe that’s what it was
Man’s base instinct
to either protect
or prey
She was smarter than the predators
Unfortunately
sympathetic to the ones who wished
to protect
She smiled at him
and with sadness buried deep
where only she could find it
thought to herself
here we go again
The Real Question
When all is said and done
when my fingers are stuck
curled and crippled
in clawed curvature
aged and arthrithic
when my breasts
flesh flattened and flaccid
hang and droop
tumbling out against
my wrinkled waist
when my eyes
clouded and closed
squinting up and away
barely grasping images
too youthful
too fast
too unknown
when every aspect
of my physical being
is falling into disrepair
has become completely
and utterly
unattractive
When my mind is a junkyard
full with bits of broken memories
imagined slights
pockets of mucked mire
where all fond remembrances
have drowned and disappeared
pits of putrescence
where once
was living thought
When all is said and done
in our life
This life
which we are sharing
Will you still stand by my side?
But Otherwise Fine 