.
Forever drying off
the guitar bridge
that never leads
me back to you
I find myself
playing wet strings
that serve as cruel reminders
of the faded connections
between me and you
Now that you are gone
my heart always beats off key
while the tears never stop
on this damp instrument
And since you no longer care
I write the saddest lyrics
for I’ll always love you in my songs
as my guitar quietly weeps for you
.
My college sweetheart
Was a mute
With a warm heart
That always spoke to me
We held hands in the park
Stole kisses in the hallway
Made tender love
When my parents weren’t home
In her moments of sadness
She trembled in my arms
As she cried silent tears
That so badly needed to scream
She couldn’t whisper I love you
And by never saying it
My speechless lover taught me
Love is more than just a word
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Dedicated to the girl I dated in college.
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Two sugars in my coffee
My spoon begins to churn
My mind becomes all milky
Over a girl I haven’t met
Sweetened thoughts of her
Swirl in my caffeine head
As if they were blended
By the lazy ceiling fan
Sinking into the whirlpool
Notions spiral out of control
The fan continues stirring thoughts
While my coffee is getting cold
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In all honestly, this poem should be labeled as a collaboration because in her poem entitled “no one’s world” my dear friend G. of Short Prose -Fiction ended her wonderful piece with the line “and your coffee’s getting cold.”
Please, take a moment to read her powerful poem that inspired my write; and see how she used contrasting lines in her finale as a delicious exclamation point.
.
,
Sin tu amor
Your tattooed memories remain
Flickering inside my blazing heart
Along with the poetry you engraved
Sin tu amor
Slow lava tears scorch my ducts
As your words drip down my cheeks
Since you are not here with me
Sin tu amor
Smoldering emotions consume me
With a fire that will never douse
For our love will burn eternally
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Yes, unfortunately, it is over. I am eternally grateful for my time with N. She is a remarkable, talented, loving woman. And I dare say, for a brief time, I was loved in a way no man has ever been loved.
The inspiration for this little thing came from a recent Video Chat.
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Sometimes
When we cry together
It feels as if
We have loved forever
If only you
Could feel my fingers
Caressing
Your moist cheek
Then perhaps
My pain won’t hurt so bad
When
Another fallen tear
Wets
My trembling screen
.
For Nandita
Earlier today, I woke up searching for a good morning message from my Baby. When I found none, I wrote her a few separate messages. Hours passed with no reply. This little thing was born during those moments of worry.
.
,
Today I awoke
when silence screamed your name.
Now, I lay here in fear
of never having you,
and distraught that
tomorrow
silence may
do the same.
.
Please, don’t do that to me again Baby.
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Photo of beautiful young lady from Google Images.
