Age: 19
His Point of View
Little blonde girl
with eyes of brown,
Why do you wear that thorny crown?
Why do your eyes brim with tears?
Why? Do you echo the pain of your years?
Just hear my words -
wait 'till I'm through.
Sit there and hear
my point of view...
The summer breeze is calling me
to a far-off field and land.
I must follow its calling -
I cannot take your hand.
You would not be a burden,
but could hinder my quest
for a brighter tomorrow.
I just cannot rest.
Promises may be broken
like a glass window pane,
shattering and cracking -
letting in the rain.
The words we spoke weren't words in the wind.
You were my love.
You were my friend.
I gave you no promises
to attach to your heart:
commitments are like scissors,
slicing hearts apart.
We were pieces of the universe,
interrupting space and time -
spending moments of our lifetimes
in toasts of fruited-wine.
But, like the sweetness of the wine
that slowly warms our throats,
the taste may be too sweet
to make another toast.
So, I'll leave the taste behind -
for when we meet anew -
the memory of the sweet,
will bring me back to you.
Andrea
I've always talked about writing a book of my poetic verse since I can remember. Here they are. They tell the story of a woman's life from girl to teen to young woman and adult. It's not always pretty, but you can see the stages, changes and feelings that can encompass a woman's life - that made up my life. This is my story. Maybe you can find a little of yourself here. Enjoy!
7.27.2013
7.25.2013
It's Only Business
Afternoon heat
hits heavy.
So do the boys in the backroom.
Ties and Topcoats
can't disguise the beasts.
Claws leave deep scars on office walls.
Eyes gleam for the taste of flesh
and the hunt.
I've been marked.
The next victim?
Never.
I found my wings.
July 1984
hits heavy.
So do the boys in the backroom.
Ties and Topcoats
can't disguise the beasts.
Claws leave deep scars on office walls.
Eyes gleam for the taste of flesh
and the hunt.
I've been marked.
The next victim?
Never.
I found my wings.
July 1984
6.07.2013
The safety of cover
I look around me -
All seems clear,
Yet, I wonder what I'm doing here.
My heart pulls left,
My soul pulls right,
I search for cover under dead of night.
Can he see the love in my eyes for another?
Or, does he too look for the safety of cover?
I long to be free free from these feelings complex,
The questions and fears that this love has undressed.
My dreams brought me peace,
Wrapped in gardens of love.
But life always seems simple when viewed from above.
My heart won't be still,
My mind won't unwind -
I'm caught in the middle between
Illusions and time.
Can he see the love in my eyes for another?
Or, does he too look for the safety of cover?
2003
AME
All seems clear,
Yet, I wonder what I'm doing here.
My heart pulls left,
My soul pulls right,
I search for cover under dead of night.
Can he see the love in my eyes for another?
Or, does he too look for the safety of cover?
I long to be free free from these feelings complex,
The questions and fears that this love has undressed.
My dreams brought me peace,
Wrapped in gardens of love.
But life always seems simple when viewed from above.
My heart won't be still,
My mind won't unwind -
I'm caught in the middle between
Illusions and time.
Can he see the love in my eyes for another?
Or, does he too look for the safety of cover?
2003
AME
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