Old Things, New Things

Another poem from the vaults. (laughoutloud)

"Snib Rud"

And that was the night I met you.
I could not stop staring.
You were in the exact form I had always pictured:
Bearded, porcelain, warm.
Full of mildness and sweetness.
Stuffed with temerity.
Laced in good humor.
Dipped in a vat of laid-back.
Cautious-honest...

But I cannot forget that this is what I have oft wanted before,
And when fully sampled,
Found it to be less appealing than imagined.

So where does that leave us?
You, a stranger with a debauched uncle.
Me, a taken woman,
In every sense of the word.
My eyes followed you everywhere
In the hopes that they might ignite
Some miracle between them
That would transcend all boundaries...

Alas, this could not be.
You moved to the door,
And with a warm shake and a gentle smile,
You were gone.
Disappeared behind a door that led you
To brisker weather and congenial smokers conversation,
While I, trapped in my relationship occupation,
Could only sit beautifully
And smile secret tragedies inside.

We were the afternooners.
And I hope that someday
There will be a sunrise for us.

Sheesh.

Haven't been on this in foreverrrr.
I let it get away from me I guess with all the craziness in my life.
First things first.
The crazy boy is no longer in my life.
We parted ways amicably, no hard feelings.
I was honest with him as he was me,
and the break was as beautifully professional as it could possibly be.

Second.
I have a lot of frustration.
With myself.
With my career.
My laziness.
Some members of my family.
My personal life.
My friend circle.
My character flaws.
My behavior...

The list goes on.

But I'm not sure what to say about or how to deal with any of that right now.

So instead, I shall post some old things I've stored in my phone that I've been meaning to get up on this thing.

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"Catheter"

Your mouth works up a storm while
Your brain says nothing,
Admiring the artwork
Of a well-intended line.
You'd like to sew the sadness off,
Like bits of cloth and wine.
You choke on spite.
You realign.
This gallows isn't yours
(You tell yourself)
To fight.
But the arguable evidence
Makes the valid, trite.

...That's all for now. I don't wanna leave off sad, but I'll be sure to post happy things as soon as I can.