New Words, Old Rhyme

UPSET

Am I upset?
But why am I mad?
You only wanted to show me
Why I don't belong.
I'm such a weakling.
I'm fatter than a bear.
I'm a collection of wrong.
But...why am I upset?

I said I knew these truths.
I know my negative balance.
Why be mad when you repeat it?
Am I crying worthless tears again?
What else is wrong with me?
You figured you knew it all.
No one can be this pointless.
You need to ignore me again.

And so I color it all black.
To match the inside.
Because when it's dark,
No company doesn't matter.
I'm alone despite the voices.
Friend or foe, they are intruders
Shining lights on imperfections.
All the things that make up me.


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That is it. I'm done.
I'm throwing my hat in the
Ring; my heart's there too.

Well, no, not really.
There's a chunk of something that
Once resembled love.

You found out where all
My weaknesses tried to hide
And then exposed them.

Each time, impaling
Til scar tissue formed so deep
That's all that remained.

Now I frustrate you with
My inability to
Bleed and produce fruit.

Sow good seed you say.
Then offer me infertile
Soil, hiding your sneer.

Can't help but feel like
I'm playing your court jester
Are you amused yet?

You pull the strings; you
Tell me when and how to dance.
Have I pleased you yet?

"I only want you to
Be happy!" As you paint sad
Frowns upon my face.

Wait, you haven't shown
How worthless I can be yet.
There's more pain to give.

They say you accept
The love you deserve. Guess
This means I get none.

My spirit is a
Poor man's soul. I'd have to pay
To give it away.

So I'm done. That's it.
I'm finally done trying
To give you my love.


YOUR LESSONS

You've successfully hollowed me out.
I am only a shell of who I once was.
Each penetrating stab pushed out moans
And little pieces of my weary soul escaped
On sound waves that littered the spaces.

You set me free.

Now you've come back to mock the echo.
Seeds you drop onto barren emptiness
Refuse to take root in stale, musty air
And you look down upon me in condemnation.

How dare my spirit run dry.

You taught me to never love again,
Giving me the recipe for a petrified heart.
You were only comfortable with me
When my eyes went cold and dark.

I am no longer home.

You are living proof that I am not deserving.
My reflection in your eyes gave truth.
Even with all the good inside of me,
The bad continuously outweighs it repeatedly.

But no one turns down free milk.


JUST ONE NIGHT

It is not a night of debt,
But one of desire and need.
You didn't have to volunteer.
When you did it made me smile.

I wouldn't have to pretend...much.
Cries of ecstasy, not far fetched.
Truth tipped lies could fill the air
With enchanting melodies.

Lie to me sweetly
For just one night.
Pretend the love you claim
Actually exists.

Let me believe
For just one night
That I mean something,
To someone, somewhere.


Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

National Poetry Month - week 1

Here are this week's offerings, in no particular order!

1. The Truth Is

The truth is harder to swallow than that daily dose of castor oil.

It’s sometimes harder to deliver than the next Guinness Book of Records’ largest baby.

The truth is rarely easy.

I can roll it all over in my head time and time again.

But when faced with questions, the truth is as honest as I can ever be.

Sometimes, the truth hurts.

Truth is…

I’m on a familiar road with a different cohort.

The company seems to change the scenery.

Things that I thought I knew shine with newness.

My truth is changing

And it’s all because of you.

The moon’s other side.

2. Hidden Truths

Dancing in twilight,

Drenched in star’s tears.

Dreams evaporating.

Yearning for Love.

Yesterday still vibrates between

Your ear drums.

Saturated purity.

Salt on healed wounds.

Scripted eulogies.

Such are the rewards of sinners.

3. Ten Wavering Stages

I.

“Trust me when I say,

‘Take my hand and let me show

You reality.’”

II.

The dream maker is

Whispering into your ears,

Asking for your trust.

III.

Are you strong enough

To yield to good intentions

Of promise keepers?

IV.

You’ve searched and found no

Deal breaking faults within.

Will you stop looking?

V.

Or do you instead

Chase your dreams away, citing

There’s an imposter?

VI.

When your mind and soul

Both scream, “This is not a farce!”

You still negate it.

VII.

You choose to reject

A presentation of your

Sincerest wishes.

VIII.

Does it feel good to

Be so damn rightfully wrong?

Stubborn, spoiled brat.

IX.

The only constant

Thing is change, but this could have

Lasted a lifetime.

X.

Get your endurance

Up, champ. You can still catch them

Before the sunsets.

4. Questioning Reality

Wait…this can’t be right.

How can this new person offer

What I think I want

Without prior knowledge of me?

Who’s been spying on my dreams?

Did someone find my heart’s diary?

Things seem to be too…enjoyable.

What do I do if I get what I’ve been asking for?

Can they really supply things

I never knew to ask for

Because I never thought they exited?

Maybe I’m still dreaming.

How long do wayward sleepy thoughts drag on?

Do they have the ability to span a lifetime?

Will I be violently shaken from my perpetual branch of certainty?

Can someone really be, “all the reasons” forever more?

A never-ending stream of questions swirls in my brain.

I wonder if it makes streaks like melting

Marshmallows sinking into hot cocoa in winter.

The world may never know.

5. Perpendicular Truth

I’m trying to write you out of my system.

You are hesitant and I’m over eager.

You’re scared and cautious while I stand ready.

This I what I tell myself.

I can’t stand to hear, “You’re great, but…” again.

It lingers on the tip of your tongue, taunting my soul.

I pray religiously to the cat that holds your tongue.

“Don’t use up the last of your nine lives tonight!”

I still want to become the habit for which you refuse rehab.

“She’s mine and I like it that way.

If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right!”

Embracing what I feel and pouring out the same.

But reality serves hard justice when

Faith and hope wear thin.

Someone told me, “It’s often the most religious

Who need a refresher course in faith.”

I don’t know how long I can do this,

But I’m also not sure if I can actually stop.

6. Priceless

I’m afraid that I may break you.

It’s the simplest way to state it.

I might hold you too tight and crush you,

Or I may not hold tight enough.

Then you’ll slip right through my fingers.

What do you offer to the one who has everything?

You give the things that money cannot buy.

Build memories ten stories high so that

There will always be a grand tale to tell.

Be a light at the end of the tunnel.

What makes things valuable

Are the reasons behind them.

One dried up, withered flower, useless,

Brings tears to eyes that remember

The first kiss that followed the gift.

I’m still discovering the reasons

That make you who you are,

Each one adding more value to

The person I hold dear.

To me, you’re already invaluable.

Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

Another One For Today

Painful Senryu


I.
You've left me tattered
On the inside while leaving
The outside pristine.

II.
Like the ocean's calm
Surface, with raging currents
Just below.

III.
So much is brewing
Just beyond prying strangers'
Eyes. Turmoil all mine.

IV.
It's almost funny
To see you concerned with the
Horrid aftermath.

V.
I'd crack a Cheshire
Smile if I thought I'd manage
To avoid sneering.

VI.
My face would betray
Me though. Being directly
Stitched to brokenness.

VII.
I've not yet learned the
Useful art of hiding my
Overwhelming feels.

VIII.
Don't look too long into
The churning pools of distress
Lest you join me.

IX.
It's not a place I
Wish for anyone. Move on
Far away from here.

X.
Better yet, you may
Wanna keep on going far
Far away from me.

Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

Early Morning Leaking

Smoke Signals

Dousing cotton candy dreams in 

An inferno of liquid sorrows.
This is what romanticizing 

Without protection leads to.

But I am resilient; previous
Beautiful blazes prove it.

I've learned exactly how far to
Stand back in mourning while
Glowing embers create
Choreographed reflections in my eyes.

And love's charred corpse
Prevents frostbite on my heart.

Again, I return to witness
The rebirth of the phoenix.
I cast my eyes downward,
Apologetic as she rises.

For I am the one who led her
To yet another fiery demise.

All of the pain involved,
Each tear turned to steam,
Every scream that erupted,
I know that I caused them.

I can't truly apologize because
I have not one regret at all.

I'd still lead her into battle,
Risking it all, for the chance
To experience even the most
Minute sense of endearment.

You don't build Love Eternal by
Fearing dips in the deep end.

Baptizing the soul thoroughly,
Cleansing it of disappointment,
It is my duty to encourage newly
Formed wings to take flight.

Life without love just isn't living.
Without a new heart, it isn't forgiving.

©2013 NLGuy

First Fruits of February

Cravings 

My fingers long to take a stroll across chocolate skin, reading the goosebumps that rise like Braille.

My lips yearn to trace the contours of strong shoulders, tasting the flavor of lust that sits upon them.

My tongue desires to surround the glistening flesh of arousal as it grows hard and ready.

I feel the need to verify that I can elicit indistinguishable moans and groans from places hidden deep within.

It's imperative to practice the long forgotten art of causing waves of pleasure to ripple through a man's able body.

Reminding myself how to gently caress his throbbing hunger for release until it spills over into ecstasy is the only way to satisfy the question nagging at the back of my mind...

Can I still bring a man to his knees and make his toes curl before my clothes hit the floor?


Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

More For January

I guess I've had a lot to get out lately. Here are a couple more short ones to end this month!

Inhale

Writing poetry by moonlight on the walls of your soul;
Each word etched into your blood stream.

They bind to red blood cells, spreading oxygenated messages,
Providing life and color to aging appendages
That would otherwise fade to stiff, forgotten branches.
Rejuvenation is on the tip of your tongue, just breathe in.

I cannot force you to allow your proverbial lungs
To expand with rhetorical solutions to hypothetical questions.

That was never my intention anyway.
I simply offer my lessons in Love as undeniable truth
To the silent inquiries your heart hesitates to ask
While your eyes plead for them to be answered.

Let me re-ignite the hibernating embers of your spirit.
Come, share a common space of Immortal Love.


His Refuge

A sinking feeling, not of overwhelming proportions,
But akin to warm comfort eases you down into safety.
It exudes contentment and satisfaction,
Embracing your core and securing your thoughts as you tumble into peaceful release.
Refuge you did not seek envelopes you in support you didn't know you craved.
This is trust discovered in an unexpected friend.

Like a knock on a darkened doorstep,
You answer, preparing to provide,
But instead you are met with a traveler ready to impart,
An angel you didn't know you needed.
Such is the way of blessings,
They only need a vessel willing to be filled.

A harbinger of Love,
My purpose and duty.
Always searching to fulfill the quiet, whispered prayers
Of the man who has yet to speak his deepest desires.


Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

Yay for Inspiration

Attached


Damn it if I haven't gotten stuck on you,

And it's not as simple as coming unglued.

It's like industrial strength velcro,

My emotions dragging me to an all new low.

Somehow, in your eyes, I fell.




I know, theoretically, I have no right

To even justify wanting to fight.

Not for you, you're not a prize to be won,

But to fight to be loved, like one of your guns.

A love that I'd wear well.




Yes, I know, love is a 4-letter word.

Using it now, to you, seems absurd.

Remember when I said my feelings tend to overwhelm?

Well they're on their own course and I'm not at the helm.

Truth be told, I'm not doing well.




I had my heart set on opening up,

Then exciting thoughts of you made it erupt.

Now you've decided to start down a new path,

And my feelings for you need to take an ice bath.

You had me coming out of my shell.




It's not your fault that I went down so hard.

I was the one who released my guard.

I feel pretty stupid, but that's typical for me.

Apparently I like to wish for things that can never be.

One day my name won't even ring a bell.




I'm working on training my heart to say, "Oh well."




Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy