The Charm

Silver and small

The way that light hits each link

Makes it appear

Like a lobster’s claw.

Attached,

Somehow,

Is a behemoth.

It stands.

Four legs.

A trunk.

A tail.

Its ears;

Perfectly large-

Trunk so happily lifted high,

It could shower water at any time.

The links it grasps-

A pair of hearts.

You can feel the love coming from them-

They link together.

Dear life they represent;

Small,

But they mean

So much

To the one

That holds them.

They are smooth.

They are harsh.

Love,

Is not

A

Smooth ride.

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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.

Wholly

Is it possible, to pour oneself into another

As a vessel that just keeps flowing and giving:

Slowly tilting till the mouth is straight,

Parallel to where the bottom once was,

Only then to realize that you’re now empty?

 

Yes, now I realize that things don’t work that way,

You can’t give yourself unconditionally

And expect to remain wholly same.

Pained

I thought concealing the truth was best

Kept hidden in deep darkness was laid

Let those secrets never see light again

If I keep them all there

Then you would never have to hurt

For your or my sake

So why are things so complicated?

In your eyes I only see pain

You want me to bring them to light

But I’ve resolved to keep them out of sight

I do want to let you have your way

Yet don’t cause I can’t stand your tears

If you knew you’d hurt so much more

However would this actually hurt you

When I’ve already pained

Your heart so many times before?

Niall

In passions deep I stare at her

And wish that she would turn my way

A glance is a mistake I will take

If only she blinks at my cheek

And meets my gaze in full

Perhaps that’s too much to ask

But I can’t ask for nothing less, always more

I feel like she’s the one

That I’ve always been looking for

Someone that is at my par of intensity

Pardon my insensitivity

Of your personal space

Which I’ve breached so many times

But how long will it take

For my eyes that have long invaded

Your quarters

Before you make a counterattack

To ravish mine?

Are You Really You?

Why can’t I move forward?

Can I never let go of you?

You are still a constant

On the tangents of my thoughts.

But why do you linger on?

Is it because of that indecision

So many years ago

That continues to haunt me

Those unresolved feelings

And emotions have come to rot

And decay in the empty wasteland

Of my bitter heart?

Or is it because that

I nursed those wistful feelings

For so many years and

When the chance came to

Reveal all those harbored secrets

I only discover that you’ve

Become someone that I don’t know?

Who are you now?

Where have your feet taken you?

Who are you anymore?

Are you really you?

She feared…

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She was afraid of fire

Of the flaring flames

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the water

That could douse them

 

She was afraid of water

Of the deep, abysmal waves

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the air

That floated to the surface

 

She was afraid of the air

Of being above the clouds

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the earth

That kept her from falling

 

She was afraid of the earth

Of being trapped underground

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the metal

That dug her from her prison

 

She was afraid of metal

Of the sharp, blunt edge

But she wasn’t aware

That she knew the man

That held it in his grip

 

She was afraid of the man

Of his intense, obsessive eyes

But she was aware

That she couldn’t escape him

No matter who she was