Right, so what I wanted to post today is something I hope will please several blog friends who have asked for some literary farts from my culinary adventures in the respiratory system. I thought of writing new ones but I figured I should show you what I have wasted my time on before and maybe you can tell me how bad I am, then I would not have to think about writing new ones. 😆 I’m babbling because I’m nervous, blah.
These are some poetry stuff I managed to squeeze out of the old cabbage in years past – if you can call them poetry. They have been posted here before and I’m reposting now for your… pleasure? To be honest, I like fiction better because it does not make my soul writhe as much. The again, poetry cannot be helped so here goes nothing.
(From the post Crash and Burn; September 27, 2008)
I did not intend to go, but I was glad I decided to stop
By the beach and see the sun cast its warm glow on the troubled sea,
As the waves violently crash, against each other before
Finally bowing down to the shore… broken, but only to go back,
And crash again, and again, and again without a care in the world.
Because waves were meant to crash against each other and
Into the shore. No matter how broken it looks to the eye,
It will always stay the same because that’s how it should be.
Like you and me, crashing and burning but always
Returning to each other. Because we both know very well
That’s how we both want it to be, no matter the struggle of the waves.
Because ultimately there is beauty amidst the chaos of it all.
Crossing the Line
(From the post Hanging by a Moment; May 26, 2009)
At the very edge I hung – thinking
Whether I should let go and allow myself to fall,
To what seemed like a glorious plunge,
To what seemed like a blinding, maddening downward flight.
I looked down – tense, curious.
I could almost hear my frantic scream, loud and faint as I go down, down, down.
A scream of pleasure and horror, as I have become prey.
‘Let go’ – it is very, very tempting.
I closed my eyes – savoring my moment of indecision…
The taste of intoxication fills my mouth,
As a cold sweat of fear trickle down my neck.
It is close – any moment now.
My fingers loose grip – one after the other.
I chill in lost anticipation, wonder, awe…
As I throw my head back to feed my fall, ready for the long way down –
Let’s see if I can grow wings.
(From the post Empty Memories; October 27, 2010)
The rain fell earnestly as I go back to
the door that opened the room I had left
for so long, for fear and uncertainty.
I cannot see you.
There is nothing here but empty spaces,
and I let out a small sigh,
both of frustration and satisfaction. You had
always been my despair and my delight.
The silence, and coldness, that I see here,
coming back now, wreathed around
me like a long lost friend, as I see myself
reflected in the mirror we put up ourselves,
tiny, and broken as the last fragments of the mirror
fall into a crash… and I see the real me
pretending to be strong, pretending
what happened was not real.
We Stand Alone Together
(From the post Culinary Adventures in the Cardiovascular System; February 1, 2012)
Like a ghost you were there
Distant, unfeeling, strange.
Not unlike in my dreams
Where you’d hold my hand,
Or kiss me,
The years gone I hoped to mend things,
To put everything right,
In our silence… distance;
To make us forget… to make us whole.
But your eyes belie them all
And I lie still with guilt.
Hurt, uncertainty, shame… fear.
No words need be uttered
But I saw them all in you,
Reminding me of so much
I tried to forget – and thought I did –
Maybe time heals all wounds.
But I know a lost cause…
For nothing can be taken back
Before the worst.