Will you endure the horrible weight of my attention
Come on hot, to leave you cold
My worries fraught with tension
I am Lenny and you the bunny
Perhaps it’s best to run.
My insecurities writ in permanence
My words are bound to creep.
I need an unsend button for my life.
Look past it all in patience, I implore
I’m not good at this
Struck dumb, I stare
Stumble and fall
Same story different verse
It’s poetry month. I will be posting a poem each day for the entire month of April. Some won’t be great but I think the exercise should be fun. Though I will likely need to dip into experiential poems. My preference is for emotional cores perhaps dressed up as something else. But that many poems? Going to need to bend some standards.
I don’t ply people with drinks. Mostly because my goal is not to get you too intoxicated to make rational decisions. My goal seems to be to talk to you, get to know you, then give you a piece of my heart which you will then stomp on. I have infinite pieces, so I’m not going to stop doing it. Rationally, it is profitable for me to be in emotional pain. It gives me something to write. But I’ve written joy as well. Come world, challenge my abilities, send me brightness, send me love. But keep your hope. That bitch hope has much to answer for.
I don’t know what it is
Why can I not stop thinking
Why do words written or spoken make me want to press the sound to my mouth. To taste them like gourmet chocolate.
don’t even need to hear
just want to be near
warmth sits next to me
enticing.
want to hold
shivers
wish I had a coat to offer.
don’t know what this is
don’t know
confusion
don’t want to scare
don’t want to press
should but I don’t want to hold back
if the moment arrives.
don’t want to dissapoint
one sided?
screwed up before
second chance
weathered storms before but almost destroyed me.
cannot keep myself from walking along the ledge.
know the rocks are jagged
much more likely to crash down on them than fly
Let love break what time and cold has wrought
Found full measure
And in the breaking bought
A snifter of displeasure
A draught of summer wine
A drunken rhyme written in leisure
Found full flower in memoriam
A foolish man’s yearning
To brave the hedgerows, burning
Looks for safety in her arms
Come away bleeding,
Come away
But broken in the turning
And being broke, to see
The harm, the pain
The learning
Only those broken
Can ever be…
Pelgris 