Open Mic at Art6 Gallery
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Why I Don't Write Love Poems
I knew this would happen,
but didn't think it would be
here sitting in my office
on a typical Tuesday.
So here I go again
tearing myself to pieces
because I wrote
another one of those poems.
I should know by now
that when I write one,
my mind is never forward.
Looking back at her,
she may have been
the only one I ever loved.
The others
were something else.
Lust,
infatuation,
even wishful thinking;
they seem to fade away
as my words gravitate
toward her, leaving me
in the inevitable state of
bleeding all over myself,
the scars on my heart
reopened. Good thing
here at work I can close the door
and turn my back on the world.
taking the time to close
all my wounds. I know
the pain all too well;
my pen always leads me there.
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8 comments:
yeah you might want to close that door man...love poems like love can get a little messy...smiles...did you read this one at the open mic?
a powerful write sir... love poems will def take you there... whether written in anger, or love itself...
The pen definitely leads most of us there.
Poignant poem.
OK, I might be alone here, but I liked the glimpse into a guy's world, words, sense of loss and "bleeding all over myself...." It's refreshing to hear the other side and helps me understand a little bit more about what might be going on in the minds of my grown up sons.
This is lovely - poignant, and though particular to this lost love, also a universal feeling - very vivid and yet understated too. k.
Agh - Outlawyer is me ManicDdaily - I blog at wordpress but have this weird old google blog I never used. Your settings don't seem to allow me to use my wordpress site - but it is http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com.
YOu may want to change the settings as they seem to make it hard for someone who is not on google to comment. K.
Writing and love lost - a reminder of the twin pains.
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