PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There’s something inside me that wants to firmly shout “no!”

A process inside that says “it’s my time to be hysterical!”

A shadow of a figure I only see in rear-view

Every bit of me only reminds me of all of you

I want to scream, I want to yell!

“...but you remember exactly how you made that girl feel?”

On the back porch, under the midnight moon

I can still taste the sweetness in the air

I feel the moisture fall soft on my warm arms

soon after that shattered-playground-glass-bottle flare

we walked [arms locked!] to where I took you to the ground

There I was, lying on my back staring at the underneath of floors

shielding myself from responsibility behind my ever-slamming doors

[the boundary of most of my mistakes!]

where your back was pressed up against the frame

just one more trip to the bottom of this shaped putty sand

liquid filled, bellie pilled, strike of a match to ignite my glowing-ember left hand

Lying in the ditch by the townhomes

I still see us parked [fogged up drive-side window!]

in front of the garage, exhaust filling the dark

[“be wary of my dangling jewels, the skin is still quite tender!”]

I’m distracted by a stranger exchange, still a few years before Tinder

Poor me, poor little ol’ me!  Oh poor me, however poor I am

Poor me, poor little ol’ me!  It was stress before but the stress had just began

Poor me, poor little ol’ me!  What was her name?

[Oh I remember, it was the culmination of my sin!]

Poor me, poor little ol’ me... oh where do I go if I want to begin, again?