I waited for you by our tree
On the hill watching
The sun set lighting the clouds on fire,
One glorious explosion
Before day yields to night
The tears on my face that fall
When you don’t show,
Or say goodbye.
Hold the broken pieces in your hand of the vase you bought,
So perfect, not quite the same as the one you really wanted,
But almost perfect enough that you glue the pieces back
Though it can never hold real flowers in water again.
So it holds silk flowers-
silver medal never gold,
Second best never good enough
As the first, the original.
Now it’s flawed forever
Scarred forever marred forever.
Can never hold water again.
Can never be whole again.
Can never be perfect again.
Can never be the one you said you wanted.
Can only be hidden, faced to a wall,
Boxed up locked up
Might as well be thrown away
For it’s not worth the effort
To recycle reuse repurpose
The pieces into something
more beautiful than the original.
It’s not worth the effort to love it more now
Than when you bought it…
Because it isn’t what you wanted in the first place.
You may love – be sure to keep your distance.
You may care but don’t beget insistence.
You may wish; you won’t get what you wanted
It never could have been the same as what you thought – you’re thwarted. Continue reading
Say you never hurt me. Say it again.
Because maybe then, as you say it, it will be true.
Yes, this is how we are now. This is how we’ve always been,
You’ve just ignored your part in the process.
As you said, actions speak louder than words,
and, baby, your actions are a fucking war zone.
Go ahead, say you never hurt me.
The scars on my heart tell a different story.
why do you run with scissors on your tongue?
and down comes all.
Sharp words enemies make to rake
you over the coals.
Release those goals.
Acid words cut like swords.
Forgive, and let go your pain.
Be cleansed and smile again.
Why do you run with scissors on your tongue?
and down comes all.
*Really have no idea the inspiration for this one. Thinking about sharp things and sharp words so arguments came to mind and I began writing. Along the way the idea came to me about how whenever we’re angry we say things to wound, or we might walk away and do something dangerous or that can hurt someone or ourselves. I’ve heard people laugh and make jokes about running with scissors but it’s never funny when the thing you least expect actually happens. In fact, it’s sort of breath-taking and shocking, even though you were warned. I titled this one Pointed Words-a little tongue in cheek there.
There she is across the pond
Throwing glitter into the air,
Wishing for a breeze to send it your way,
A little of her love drifting to you there.
See the smile that spreads o’er her face,
The sparkle that lights up her eyes,
Thoughts of you light her days
And shine in her night-clad skies.
#OctPoWriMo Day 3. Who sparkles more than our very own Glitterbomber? She deserves an ode.
By Jesi Scott
I mix the cake batter first
-Eggs, water, oil, boxed cake mix-
While he puts the cupcake liners in the pan
And we discuss how credit history works,
And his friend who isn’t his girlfriend,
While the bean soup sits on the stove simmering
For tonight’s supper.
The mix, now liquid, is spooned into the liners
And popped into the oven
And he discusses how upset he gets with himself
Over how he treats people
And how he doesn’t like manipulating others
And how he doesn’t like making people feel bad,
And I simply ready the icing materials,
Listening to the man-child sitting at the counter,
waiting for the timer to stop counting down
These perfect moments that will never stand still.
*For my Biggest Son. Enjoy the perfect moments.