Never Loved

Can you say that you actually loved him

With all those men that you’re rolling through,

Those comments you’re posting on the internet,

The unprecedented shade you’re throwing,

Blasting on him to whoever who will listen?

Good girl gone bad my bootylicious ass,

You were that way right from the start.

The way that you carry yourself tells me different,

You never really loved him to begin with.

 

 

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The Willow of Richmond Street

In the spreading willow branches

I find myself swinging into the clouds,

Grabbing onto it’s long, tendrils and spiraling myself

                   Down,

                                                                    Down,

          Down,

                                         Down.

Leaving those budding branches of life

Reaching into open air and crashing onto the ground

Sending uprooted dirt into the air

Like a less flashy Fourth of July

Splintering, pushing and breaking all the objects

That came in between the reestablished relationship

That I and the earth had rekindled.

Such was the death of the 43 year old Willow tree

That my father planted upon attaining this house.

Scene #1

“Is there anything else,” he said gruffly,

“Anything else that I should know?”

Looking deep into my eyes

Those green eyes I had loved

“Shawn and I,” tearfully I said

“I know,” he said and in that instant

I regretted that this curt, analytical,

Forceful man, was exactly

What I had asked for- what I wanted.

Eyes Like Heavy Rain

Feelin’ a little nostalgic

Feelin’ pretty crazed

Feelin’ a little lethargic

Feelin’ pretty dazed

Got me thinkin’ about eyes like John Wayne

While I’m starin’ with my sight glazed

Cause standin’ here in this November rain

Reminds me of what it was like with you babe

Loop 47

Hey, my name is Yet Another Face

But you’ve probably seen me around before.

You probably don’t remember, but we met the other day

Briefly, I know, I’m a middle child, I’m used to it

I get it if you’ve already forgotten.

I have a good memory

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you what you were wearing?

Pastel plaid, jeans and Keds.

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you who introduced us?

Twice, we were introduced twice before.

That’s alright, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

I remember things that happen around me

I know who you are and what you do,

Even though we may have never chatted much in person.

I know where he sits in chapel,

I know what she likes to express in class,

I know when you like to go up to the cafeteria;

It’s alright, seriously, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

It’s pretty weird how good it is

I feel like I know everyone, but I only know one.

Myself; I know myself, I think.

Perhaps you’ll allow me to know you too,

Then I’ll at least know you and me,

Unless we meet again tomorrow and I’ll be forgotten-

I have a good memory,

Haha, I’m sorry, about that before

It’s getting ahead of me again

Don’t worry, it’s not your fault for forgetting,

But my fault for remembering.

 

Thousand Year Crane

Crane in NYC

A piece of nature,

Seemingly out of place in this city

Where dreams are made,

Where concrete is the only jungle present,

Where memories are layered on top of endless nostalgia,

Where hearts are broken as a part of a city-wide past time,

Where secrets continue to be secret long after death,

Where each story is the same as the one that came before it,

Yet remain unique to each individual that tells it,

Since this city is actually a small town in reality;

Even this bird may be a crane in disguise,

Secretly building its own future as it

Knows that its migratory stop here

Will not change for another thousand years.