Poetry for thought

Title: Lurking

Lurking.

You are lurking in my mind.

I should be thankful that

you are not lurking in my bed.

Melancholy.

Deep, deep sadness.

It grips me in those moments

that you lurk into my mind.

Miserable.

I am so very miserable.

Your memories are making ripples

in oceans that are already wild.

Desirable.

Miserable desires.

Poetry for thought

Title: Reality

I am feeling sexual today,

Also angry,

Also sad,

And mostly confused.

I want to smell your sweat,

Dripping off my forehead,

While I find that spot

Under your left breast.                           

I want to unravel this,

Erase all memory of us,

While I slowly break down

Into this pool of angry mess.

Tears well up,

Crawl through my fingertips,

While I try to find a breath

And fail.

The imagination of your left breast,

Thoughts of our tangled feet,

While I slowly wipe away the reality

Off my forehead…

Wait,

Which is real?

The anger? The tears?

The sweat that appears suddenly

On my palms,

Which is real?

I hold my face in my hands,

Not just hold, but grip,

Which is real?

And I try to grab the imagination

To blend it with this sad and angry reality.

Forms merge, order becomes chaos,

Chaos becomes breathing,

Breathing.

Breathing.

Breathing.

Is it me? Is it you?

Chaos, calm,

Earth shattering,

And then.

The shush.

Flashes of my hands shaking,

My lips searching,

My anger brewing,

Eyes closing, sunlight burning,

Moonlight calming.

Flashes, flashes,

Lines blur,

Breathing.

Breathing.

In. out. In. out.

Stay still, maybe now we’ll know

Which is real.

Disconnect

I kept looking at that picture,

Might have looked at it too many times.

I have stopped now,

But it comes raging back.

As memories sometimes,

And other times as a hope for the future.

Maybe we will have more pictures,

Maybe we won’t take pictures at all.

Was it a declaration of love

Or a social obligation?

How does one disconnect in this connected world?

Poetry for thought

Day 14

The last of the everyday writing challenge. Let me know what you think:

Title: End

It’s like a tug of war between us,

You want me to talk, spill everything,

Expect me to stay naked,

To almost discard my flesh.

Heart, blood, bones, muscles,

Exposed to you,

Thoughts, dreams, fears, tears,

Lying on the floor.

I didn’t know you then,

I don’t know you now,

But you know me, my everything,

Is this good for us, me not knowing you?

This war must end, either I stay naked,

Let the whiplash do its magic,

Or the let the silence make the decision we can't,

Whatever comes in the end, this now we have was the best.