Thursday, March 25, 2010

Unfinished "cheesecake" poetry

The following unfinished poems were written the week preceding September 10th, 2007.  I had made my move from Sioux Falls, SD to Minneapolis, MN on September 7th, 2007.  Noah and I had broken up on September 5th, two days before the move.


Much of what are you going to read is rather mismatched ... I wouldn't even call it poetry ... some of it could probably be song lyrics ... I've stated on many occasions I'm not a poet, I write prose.  But on the occasions I do write poetry I always have random, generic music in the background in my head as if I were a songwriter.


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Emptiness deafens me
Weighing heavily on my heart
A thick blanket of frost
Chasing away the warmth

Sadness looms hungrily
A dark, masked pursuer
Bone chilling fingers
Gripping me tightly

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I felt safe and loved, entagled
In all the things I feel for you
Electric eyes flashing devlish grins
Hands that touched me wantingly
Arms around me tightly
We basked in the warm sunshine
Carefree and beautiful in a world
Of our own design

You told me you weren't in love
And our world was ripped out from me
So many words exchanged, confusing
Stingingly clear yet murky like a muddy pond
You want my friendship and it is yours
You made it clear how much you care
But my heart belongs to you still
And I don't want to take it back

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A kiss on my lips a smile on my face
Your tongue parts my lips gently
At first, then explores me hungrily
Light twinkles coyly in your inky eyes
As you gaze into mine with desire
Your fingers dance playfully on my skin
Tracing the shape of my body
Feelings of joy cascade over my being
Like the summer rain we lay naked in

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The darkness comes each night,
Elusive as it senses my need
It brings not what I seek
But seeks to make me bleed

I swallow my bitter pills,
All I can do is wait it through
Morning will come and the day
Like always, will begin anew

But here in the dark no one sees me
No one senses or shares my pain
And I can clutch my pillow and cry
And revel in my losses, no gain

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