Fleetingness: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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I miss you

And I can’t even see you

To think about you Gone

Makes me go insane

My head goes in circles

And I can’t take in the pain

So I stop and leave this mark (scar)

Again and again hidden in a river of pain

Since you were gone

My life is fallin’ apart

Nothing makes sense

Things are getting worse

I have no comfort in religion

My beliefs haven’t kept me

On a safe ground

I am shaken, shaken by agony and pain

Isn’t the answers I’m seeking

It’s this life

Which has been proven worthless

Nothing really matters or makes sense

And in all these sorrows and pain

Life, astonishing, goes on

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Admonitions To A Special Person – Anne Sexton

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Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

Watch out for hate,
it can open its mouth and you’ll fling yourself out
to eat off your leg, an instant leper.

Watch out for friends,
because when you betray them,
as you will,
they will bury their heads in the toilet
and flush themselves away.

Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

Watch out for games, the actor’s part,
the speech planned, known, given,
for they will give you away
and you will stand like a naked little boy,
pissing on your own child-bed.

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won’t be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person,
if I were you I’d pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
A collaboration.
I do not believe a word I have said,
except some, except I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you’ll root
and the real green thing will come.

Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
possible leaves,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
in celebration,
for you,
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon.

Anne Sexton

Poem: First Love is Such Sweet Despair

First love is such sweet despair

She fell for the worst kind
so sudden and so deep
Its true, love is blind
At night, she couldn’t sleep

First love is such sweet despair

They went everywhere
Everything was so sweet
Charge filled the air
Magnetic force urged their lips to meet

First love is such sweet despair

Poem: Barista Boy

He works at the coffee counter
I love coffee
My mom says he looks like the guy who broke my heart
I’m like, “Uh-oh that’s not a good start” haha

Indifference turns into interest turns into a dare
I know I’m beautiful so I don’t care
I have a speech prepared
________________________
On a moment of impulse
I scribble my name and number on a little green post it
I order my coffee
I pay
He smiles
I smile
Joy, hope, and promise are in the air
I wait
He text me
I text him
He text me
I text him
I wait
I text him
I delete his number
I forget
I stop drinking his coffee
Then my mom comes back and says he lost weight

Poem: The Blossom

she brushed his hand and signaled to the tower
he followed eagerly
nervous chatters as they climbed the stairs and then suddenly
she slipped
he laughed
she sulked
he cracked up
she slapped him
he liked her
she got up
he kissed her

& then they went back to work 😉

Poem: A Morning Moment

she brought him to the tower
he kissed her in the dark
she stripped him from all his power
he bit her chest so wildly

only time will tell

she drowned in pleasure and uncertanity
she pulled him up and kissed his neck
she breathed him
f**k eternity

time cease to exist

Young Love

A funny poem I have once written to a boy I thought I liked. “xxx” substitutes his name.

Waves, water, beach
xxx is about to deliver a speech
But he doesn’t know what to say
‘Cause he was blazing it all day

He gets up
He starts making up

Everybody is silent
The Professor looks like he’s about to get violent

The Professor hugs xxx
He almost shed a tear
Then, offered him a free beer

xxx couldn’t believe it
He thought how Mary Jane should be legit
To celebrate, he smoked two joints
Right till their end points (accompanied by his Professor)