My marveling spent on your outline,
frames that don’t hold any pasts,
maybe no future.
But this blood is not something I can stop from burning.
I pull out my eyelashes from floor to ceiling,
wishing when I can’t dream,
smiling when I can’t see,
staying when I can’t leave.
With the flick of a finger,
the blink of an eye,
you’re a dark room I can’t figure out without stumbling.
But this heart is not something I can turn on and off.
Please don’t leave me in this galaxy
when you go stargazing,
and when the dawn breaks
please leave the light on when you go.
Why do we write?
Are we selfish?
Or trying to escape?
No, it’s not for us.
We write for the boy,
Who never hears
His mother’s
Reassuring voice.
We write for the girl,
Who never feels
The embrace
Of her father’s arms.
We write for the friends,
Who never remember
What sadness is
When they’re together.
We write for the teams,
That never recall
The last loss
When they raise the trophy.
We write for the ones we love,
Who will never forget
The sound
Of our voice.
We write for the parents,
Who will never move past
The last glimmer
In the eyes of their child.
We write for the discriminated,
Who will never give up
On the dream
Of a hero.
We write for the world,
Who will never lose
Her graceful beauty
Even in the darkest times.
We write for the voiceless,
Who will never stay silent
Even though we ignore
Their words.
We write for the complacent,
Who will never change
Even when
We need them the most.
We write for the unjust,
Who will never understand
The pain they cause
The suffering they inflict.
We write to be heard.
We write to make a difference.
We write to be happy.
We write to be sad.
We write to explore freedom.
We write to remember.
We write to forget.
We write to ignore.
We write to hear.
Why do we write?
We write because the world needs to speak.
We write because the world wants to listen.
We write because some of us never forget.
We write because the world needs to change.
by Jeph Johnson
And once I knew, it was too late
All the signs I had misread
Became the binds that sealed my fate
And the mem'ries I'd retread
O'er the mountains of my joy
'Neath the valleys of despair
All the hope I held, destroyed
With no promise for repair
In an instant love is hate
Giggling carefree through my tears
Apologies I made too late
Must have fallen on deaf ears
How to love her was my aim
Though not accurate or straight
I've only myself to blame
And once I knew, it was too late
We came to be,
And we ceased.
As if touched by the Erlking,
It died without a trace.
We have often looked back,
We have not forgotten what died,
For it was not without trouble
That love was lost in a flurry.
A rash decision,
Perhaps.
The right decision,
We do not know.
It happens for a reason,
So I’ve been told.
Nothing is an accident,
And if it matters,
It will return.
If it hurts (you're alive)
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How can I move on, when I can't even get up?
How can I stop hurting, when this pain makes me throw up!
In my head; I try to see, where we went wrong;
This feeling I feel; reminds me of; a sad country song.
The one that I love, has thrown me away...
All of a sudden, it just happened one day!
She said, she tried, but she had to pretend
That to her I was no more, then just, an old friend.
Gawd; how it hurt, to hear her say that...
"Had to pretend"... those words knocked me down flat!
Now, I don't think a friend, would string me along...
Or, play me like a violin, now that... would be wrong!
In one breath, she says, she'll always love me
But in the next she says, she never will love me.
How can I forget, all the things we've shared
How can I believe, she never really cared..
I know on my part, I loved her so much
I'm going through withdraws, for lack of her touch!
Help me somebody, I am begging please
I'll try anything, if it puts my pain at ease.
I wake in the morning, but dont get out of bed
I can't face the world, so I'll just hide instead.
No one can see me, so they can't see me cry.
If it would help stop this pain, then I would gladly die!
Someone once told me , the pain would go away
All I need do, is go out and get laid
How can I do that, when she fills my every thought
I'd be lucky to get it up, let alone get it hard as a rock
How can I end this pain, I feel but I can't see?
How can I move on, if she is not with me?
When I love someone, I love with all I am
And to make things work, I'll do whatever I can
Loving someone... is easy to do!
Making a relationship work, requires the efforts of two.
I guess it was to much, or she didn't have the time
Maybe she got tired of just being mine?
All that is certain, is this is killing me
Feeling this pain, that no one can see.
I can't find the strength, to get out of bed
I can't get her beautiful face, out of my head
I can't move on, if I can't even move
How could his happen? Loves not something you lose
Kicked to the curb, she didn't bat an eye...
And she couldn't even tell me, the what or the why.
So this pain that I feel, is all that is left...
Of the love I have for her, until my last breath!!!
©Paul Posney 10/27/2016
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Can I choose what to keep
and what to lose and what to hide
Can I push back the river
so you can cross the bridge I can’t hold
You can be the revolution I almost fight
You can be the promise
you forgot to remember,
the lines I’m always waiting in without falling
I’ve found forgetting to be easier
I’ve found three chords in the wind and still
I can’t find my voice in the wild summer
It’s elusive like storms in your gulf shore eyes,
like the colors on my gray pages,
like the laugh you left on my doorstep…
just something you forgot to tear from my grip
when you walked out the door
I would say you’re darkness
but that would be a lie
You’re not the absence of light,
you’re the absence of change
as I clasp my fingers tighter to any fire I can find
that singes off memories of you
as I bite my tongue in this tunnel I keep trespassing
and try to hold them still
I’m waiting for when this starts to feel like family
But I swallowed three sunsets
and you’re still not back
So the sunsets burn in my throat,
tease my lungs as they go down laughing
So the sunsets tell me the tales I already know
mistakes and giving up and moving on
But if I have to let go of something
can I choose what to lose
We look out into the distance and see,
Flying down is a beautiful bird,
I am unsure of its species and appearance,
However, as we sit and admire I doubt I have ever seen anything so beautiful,
As the majesty swoops down near the green grass,
Than ascends towards her blue sky.
Some time passes and our bird friend appears to have abandoned us,
He has fled perhaps somewhere sunnier as the black clouds begin to close in,
Out of the corner a new bird appears,
A black silhouette, an ominous shadow,
He too, swoops down near the green grass,
Than ascends towards his dark sky.
Again a period of time passes and another bird chooses to leave us behind,
But yet again another appears and the storm comes to a close,
With this one the sky has balanced, and the full beauty of the world can be seen,
It flies in and out of the green grass, tiptoeing its way through the field,
It is perfect, the perfect bird and the perfect bird,
It too ascends towards the sky and leaves us behind however.
Perhaps the right bird is none at all, for they will always find a greener pasture.
Knowing isn’t believing-
just because I avoid this every day
doesn’t mean it’s truth
You can aim reality straight into my face
and still not hit your mark,
the barrier you built up
between my head and my heart
is too strong.
I’d still give it all to start over,
when I didn’t know to trust you
but I didn’t know not to trust you either.
I tally up the lies I tell myself
every time I walk into walls,
I can’t give you a clean slate
if you’re still the same soul-
because I can read everything I ever was
in your bottomless green eyes
as they flicker with how much I know I regret and you don’t.
And yesterday I met another person from your electric city,
but he doesn’t even have an identity,
because in my head that city is not a place where people live.
It’s where you sleep at night,
it’s where you don’t think about your daily routine because you know it like the back of your hand,
it’s where you know someone with a smile better than mine,
it’s where you make up stories about the strangers on the streets,
it’s where you keep your favorite cereal and the cat who loves you no matter how ugly you cry,
it’s where you keep the pair of shoes you bought once but outgrew and only still have them because they remind you of how far you’ve come,
it’s where you sometimes forget to tell your mom you love her but it’s okay because in seven hours you’ll see her again,
it’s where you maybe sometimes think about me-
where you probably don’t,
it’s where you stay up till the sunrise with people lucky enough to know you,
it’s you.