some poemlings, older and newer
Why are they always in second person? No idea.
I'm not set on the titles either...
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Keeper
You always say I'm a keeper;
But then I'm 'too good to keep,'
Too precious to lose,
Too pure for your world.
For your information,
There isn't much difference
Between a curio cabinet
And a trash can.
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The Slow Assassination
killing time
is sometimes harder than expected
driving lonely, cold-blown city streets
slicked with lamps and the sheen of ice
if it were nice, the park would do
instead I eat fried greasy food
that sits in my gut like a lump of lead
but it's something, afterall, to do
time and memories put up a good fight
in the winter and the fog-breathed night
one by one, "closed" signs appear,
but as the city sleeps, I'm still wide awake,
watching ancient filmreels crackle and play
across the insides of my eyelids.
white-knuckled, I cling to that last ghost of nostalgia,
as I witness time slowly devouring
the last fading image of your face.
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Undone
my hands move slowly downward in a line
deftly clasping khaki shirt buttons
that swell and fall gently with every breath
drawn into your warm, broad chest
as you hold open your browned and grease-stained hands,
I feel your breath brush softly against my hair
and imagine leaning forward into your embrace,
wrapping my pale arms around your muscled waist,
pressing my cheek to your well-buttoned chest
to hear your heart beating rhythmic and loud
to feel your strong arms closing silently around me
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Ingenue
should I let this bubble swell and burst?
should I let these words escape?
I feel them burning, burning,
pushing at the doorway of my lips
aching to be told, to tell that I...
I start to think of things to tell you
when I'm not around you, but...
did I see you blushing
when you asked me not to go?
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Forgotten, not Missed
for the first time in a long time,
I saw your grin in my mind;
so long since I thought of it,
the sensation of your loving arms
clasped around my waist...
it's been a long time since I loved you,
loved anyone.
===
I'm not set on the titles either...
===
Keeper
You always say I'm a keeper;
But then I'm 'too good to keep,'
Too precious to lose,
Too pure for your world.
For your information,
There isn't much difference
Between a curio cabinet
And a trash can.
===
The Slow Assassination
killing time
is sometimes harder than expected
driving lonely, cold-blown city streets
slicked with lamps and the sheen of ice
if it were nice, the park would do
instead I eat fried greasy food
that sits in my gut like a lump of lead
but it's something, afterall, to do
time and memories put up a good fight
in the winter and the fog-breathed night
one by one, "closed" signs appear,
but as the city sleeps, I'm still wide awake,
watching ancient filmreels crackle and play
across the insides of my eyelids.
white-knuckled, I cling to that last ghost of nostalgia,
as I witness time slowly devouring
the last fading image of your face.
===
Undone
my hands move slowly downward in a line
deftly clasping khaki shirt buttons
that swell and fall gently with every breath
drawn into your warm, broad chest
as you hold open your browned and grease-stained hands,
I feel your breath brush softly against my hair
and imagine leaning forward into your embrace,
wrapping my pale arms around your muscled waist,
pressing my cheek to your well-buttoned chest
to hear your heart beating rhythmic and loud
to feel your strong arms closing silently around me
===
Ingenue
should I let this bubble swell and burst?
should I let these words escape?
I feel them burning, burning,
pushing at the doorway of my lips
aching to be told, to tell that I...
I start to think of things to tell you
when I'm not around you, but...
did I see you blushing
when you asked me not to go?
===
Forgotten, not Missed
for the first time in a long time,
I saw your grin in my mind;
so long since I thought of it,
the sensation of your loving arms
clasped around my waist...
it's been a long time since I loved you,
loved anyone.
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