blame

I wish I could blame it
on media and capitalism
and patriarchy and classism
or some other ideal of no worth
but all the abuse
and deception I’ve brooked
was born from this need
to be loved

daily prompt: ascend

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half full

I’ve lost my taste for diluted wine
And all that once appeased

Anything less than my desire fulfilled
Is just a pointless tease

Sometimes some is better than none
Or so they say from above

But who want just half of a heart
Or just a bit of love

No, I won’t succumb to winks and hints
of what may never come

Anything less than full to the brim
Won’t ever be enough

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reply

It’s been a long while
still I have no reply
no witty comment
or probing remark
no sorry confession
my words have run dry

I could write you a story
from all I have seen
as I look for a way
to conjure a need
that only more words
could never relieve

But more time
would be wasted
circling that spot
where so much was lost
or left to rot
that all benign thought
has forsaken it
so I too will pretend
I simply forgot

lost poem

jotNrot

This poem got lost
amongst your contours
and the careless wink of your eye
It fell into a daze
and sat dumbly curled
in the corner of your smile
long before it could grip
onto the grain of the page
and make images stain
like truths

This poem is just words
gesticulating wildly
snapping into line
when it wished to be gestures
dancing in the margins
dervishly spinning spirals
boring into your core

This poem is a shivering quiver
of doodles to dispel
the fear I’ve yet again
misconstrued
the space around you
to make it mean more
than the emptiness it frames

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awake again

you’re the ghost that keeps bringing
to each day a new misgiving
to wake me with fists and teeth clenched tight as my chest
to relearn to release the regret
of having done my best to
put conviction to the test
and lay dignity to rest
as I plainly confessed
all you had long ago guessed
and used for your paltry gains
already swept in the pile of remains
to be forgotten

having failed to impress
I continue to protest
while I still have words to attest
that I got so much more than you gave

still days expand
like rubber bands
only to snap my
expectations back
as they draw to a dead rose end
closing me in with my dread
of another night ahead
streaming dreams of change
only to wake with my heart
picked apart and disarmed
yet again

bluered

you blew cool blue
and I flared red
together we flowed violet
then bruised umber clumped
brown and green as the scene
revealed behind my eyes
shut tight to the truth
seeping through
to my dreams
to run me down from tenuous heights
into muddy grounds with one round
of shots silent and swift
as the flapping of wings on a hunt passing on easy prey
best left for a hungrier day

daily post prompt: enamored

just once

you said what we say
when something’s too hard to resist
life is too short
not to bend this one time
and enjoy what it has to give

I wanted to say
but bit my tongue
what I also knew to be true
that life after this
would be too long and wasted
spent wanting far more of you

simple

I want a world
where wishing hard matters
where winter
is shorter than spring
and thinking of someone
is surely a sign
that they are thinking
of you

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