eyes cast downward
you’ll never see the sky
how can you fly
with a fear of heights?
perennial heartbreak
won’t make you stronger
what doesn’t kill you just
makes life seem longer
painting pictures with your tears
you know it doesn’t have to be like this
write it
sing it
try just to be it
you’re only lost in your mind
you will be fine
Copyright L.M. 2008.
I heard it
hushed
rushed
like when the phone is dying
and I knew who
but I ignored it
just like you
earlier
afraid I would hear
I knew then, too
and I can’t look at you
not right after
for fear
I knew you’d see
my face gives me away
so if you don’t look at me
you’ll never see my pain
and we can carry on this way
because you chose it
how’d I have no say?
well, that’s the way of it
and every single day
I wait
and every single day
I cringe
I crawl
a little ball I am
and I try to ignore the fact
that I’m in love
and that I want to cry
and that I want to hit you
for hurting me
for not telling
for not thinking about it
just because you’re happy
doesn’t make it okay
for the rest of us
I want to collapse in your arms
and cry until my heart feels again
it isn’t easy keeping it cold
it isn’t easy being numb
but I know how you feel
and it would take just a minute
to realize
that there must be a problem
if you aren’t sure of love
you aren’t in love
it’s as simple as that
time won’t help you decide
trust me, I know, I tried
love isn’t comfort and trust
love isn’t passion and lust
love isn’t measured in time
and I know, love isn’t just
love is not wanting to leave
love is a mental reprieve
loving should not be a crime
for lovers are far too naïve
but the story here, far too sad
is in parallel
and I’ve played the role before
from a different seat
but it was just as bad
I can’t help you see
how you would have so much more
with one less
without you asking me
and even still
it seems so contrary
you probably wouldn’t
even believe me
but I’ve watched you
when you weren’t looking
and I don’t see a man in love
I don’t even see a man confused about love
I see a man confused and saddened
by the loss of a first
that was really good sometimes
and really hard
though that’s easier now to forget
since she’s allowing it
though she’s not aware
just how much you’re testing it
I’m the only other one
who knows what’s going on
and my heart is breaking for you
for me
watching your guilt
take a life of its own
and the longer you wait
the more it’ll have grown
when you finally decide
to tell her the truth
it’s selfish what you’re doing
I don’t want to sound mean
but you’re aware that you’re hurting
and destroying self-esteem
and you know what your instincts
are telling you to do
so if you won’t do this for me, or for her, babe
do this for you
Copyright L.M. 2008.
Philosophy came early to me; I guess I always used to think a lot. When it came time to sharpen my pencil, I’d often stare at the sharpest tip I could make, and realize how it was still rounded. That’s when I came up with my Impossible Point idea. Of course, it wasn’t new, and it certainly wasn’t Earth-shattering. But it was at an early age, and without outside influence. I just thought a lot. I’d try to tell my friends (the ones who thought for themselves) and they would argue that no, I just wasn’t sharpening it enough. They didn’t get it.
It was through those eyes that I realized how things aren’t always as they seem; when under a magnifying glass, everything changes. Or, sometimes, it’s the exact opposite. Sometimes, when looking too hard, when focusing too much on something near, you miss the main picture — you entirely miss the point.
And it’s always important to see the point….. rounded or not.
It occurs to me that not a lot of people pull all-nighters. I find it, well, good I guess. They’re sometimes enjoyable…… but they have their moments. Like, tonight, I stayed up (well I’m still up), and was working (the not-so-fun kind of all-nighters), but I luckily caught up on my junk so that makes me feel good. However, I had a few fun experiences with my body hating me. Here are a couple things that may happen to you if you pull an all-nighter, and you shouldn’t be surprised if they do:
I hope you’ve learned your lesson, because I sure haven’t…… Umm, what am I talking about again? I should go. I think I have an e-mail to write. It’s for my cat.
I want you to know
every one of you
that I don’t cry for you
I don’t weep
I’m not heartbroken
for nothing can break
through stone
ups and downs
everyday drama
it’s not my thing
I’d rather hide in the forest
and wait for you to find me
as it is, I look for you
outside my door
exiting my life
and wonder if you’ll be back
because I never know for sure
where did I get these thoughts?
did Einstein suffer depression?
I suppose he must have
thoughts like that from me
have pricked the plume anew
though I like the solitary company
I bend
far too much
so much so
that I don’t know
within myself
where I search
and daily toss
the dye that bleeds me
I know where we stand
each and every single one of us
and I will continue to try
to rationalize
and objectify
myself in my mind
just for you
I soared into storm clouds
higher than life
I cannot blame the messenger
but yet I can’t help
feeling tossed
like stale bread
soaking up any hint of warmth
to postpone the brittle battle
I will play by your rules
I will chisel a path
as long as you still try
and as long as I don’t fall
but I should let you know
I don’t feel your respect
not today, nor yesterday
not in the slightest
don’t you see?
I’m the doll
the smiling face which you do greet
with open arms and fleeing feet
sighing, wishing for a day
with ladders finally tossed away
so I may sit alongside you
with worries none, and fears few
the palm I’m in is over-filled
and not exactly what I willed
but choices few, this chiselled stone
is all I have to call my own
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written a couple months ago, and again I recognize the poem isn’t very good haha).
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