Liar That I Am

I’ve never wanted to hurt you …
Liar that I am.
I’ve never wanted to betray you …
Imperfect as I am.
I’ve only ever wanted to feel you …
Hold me in your arms again.
But I’m a liar,
A hopeless, frantic
Romantic.
Living out a fairy tale fantasy
Crashing through reality.
Finding truth
Under moss covered mystery.
Only to unveil fools gold
Where there should be
Great poets of old.
Forgive me my love
And my liars tongue.
We only wanted the
Fairy tale ending,
Sparing the real life bending.
Now I see,
One exists in the other
But my liars tongue
Can’t stop whispering rumor.
Forgive me love,
Liar that I am,
I was never the princess
In disguise.
Only a damsel
Trying to escape demise.

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Read To Me

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I want you to read to me when I’m sick;
Lying in bed, tossing and turning,
Heart racing and head spinning,
Vision shaking and hands quaking.
I want you to gently sing
The psalms of old poets to clear
What’s left of my mind.
I won’t be angry
If you cover your face;
If you call this a contaminated place.
I just want you to brush matted hair aside
And say ‘I love you’ one last time.

 


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No Good

Daily Prompt – Compromise

Punishing myself
Has done no good.
There are sins
I can’t atone for.
If I were who I’d been
Before,
I’d carve every fucking word
Into scars.
I’m not her,
She’s buried
Beneath bleeding,
Fleeting seconds.
So I stare
Into the blistering Sun
Instead,
Letting it set fire
To every small fiber.
Maybe the world is warmer
When you’re blind.
Maybe the pain will numb
When it’s your spirit
You finally find.

Aqui.

It’s that time again!

Prompt – Present

Music – Pete Rock – Petestrumentals

Are you present?

Aqui.

Are we ever really?

This week has me wondering when the last time I really sat down and chose to be present in the moment was.

And what did it teach me?

Have you ever tried it?

Through meditation?

The hardest thing about meditation for me at first was clearing my mind.

It’s amazing how hard that can be.

We all have moments where we zone out and I guess sometimes we like to think of that as clearing the mind but it’s not really is it?

In my case I’m zoning out because there’s something very much there, standing heavy on my mind.

Definitely not clear.

I remember one of the techniques I learned was to think in images, not words, then clear those images away.

Put them away into boxes or whatever so that you can clear that space in your mind.

Do you know how hard it is to make a conscious effort to think without words?

It’s harder than you’d imagine it’d be.

Once you get better at it you’re supposed to be able to take this practice into daily life.

You can meditate while doing the most under appreciated things like walking or eating …

Concentrate on your step, how your foot hits the ground and moves you forward.

Do you really want to move forward?

What are you walking away from?

Towards?

What about your food, what does it taste like?

Hopefully not cheap corrugated plastic.

Do you remember the eyes of the person you love?

The exact way the colors of their iris flow into each other?

Or the way their eyes squint and the skin creases at the corners when they laugh.

How about their smile?

When they’re staring off into space, zoned out, and smiling to themselves,

Do you remember the way their lips curve?

How about the feel of their hand in yours?

Or their arms around you?

Do you remember the way their hair smells when you have them pulled close?

Time’s up.

If Courage Grew On Trees

WordPress Daily Prompt – Courage

If courage grew on trees
I imagine it’d be a fruit;
Weird and lopsided,
Oddly colored and dented
With thick, bumpy, razor hide.
If courage grew on trees
I imagine no one would want it,
Ugly as it would be,
Until you break past the
Paper cut spirits and
Swallow fear like lead.
Only then do you realize
How sweet that fruit could be.


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Preordained

WordPress Daily Prompt – Suspicious (suspicious on Valentines Day wordpress? Really? What’re you trying to say?)

It seems suspicious
The motives that would lead me here
In this world where our demise
Is predetermined in the skies.
It’s no question about my fate.
It’s sealed in the tongues of gods.
Destiny has provided me a bed
In which to lie alone
In hopes I may awaken wise.
So pardon me, my muse,
For questioning this mirrored sable truth.
But it’s almost as if I could touch you
Although it’s for naught.
We’re preordained from the start.
You’re destined for greater things,
A glorious truth of which I’m certain,
While I’m merely reserved
A slot in the wall of sounds
Haunting hallowed grounds.


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