Insatiable-
Draining bank accounts
Eating fistfuls of money
Searching for savory
To satiate this hunger inside.
Unstable-
Every inconvenience
Streams tears into my mouth
Searching for salt
To drown this sadness.
Unable-
Knowing the dangers
Can’t keep us apart, I’m
Searching for sweet
To heal this illness.
Words cannot express
The feeling that loss creates
When it inhabits your bones.
Who do you call
Who do you turn to
When there is no one to see your pain?
What do you say
When there are no words
For how you feel?
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I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
She sits on the wooden shelf
An unwelcome grin etched on to her face
As the people around her
Mill around the house
Go about their day
And pay her no attention.
She waits
Patiently with her stiff limbs
Hoping all day
Today’s the day
When they come home
They’ll pick me up off of the shelf
And play with me.
The hour arrives,
The family trudges in
One
By
One
And they begin to mill around the house
And go about the rest of their day
Without a glance at the shelf
Where the doll sits by herself
Waiting for love.
Perfect pearly periodontals
Plastered on a fresh-faced full frontal
With ruby red luscious lips
And a gallant gaze that never slips.
Powdered cherub-chiseled cheeks
And long slender legs that go on for weeks
Hold together this petite plastered shell
And a bosom that creates thoughts from Hell.
She’s a molding of God’s greatest creation
The epitome of human perfection-
But you must be careful, do not break her!
For she’s hollow within, she has no center.
Blue, like a calming bay
With rolling waves of soft silk on sand
A bridge
A gateway
From aesthetics to intentions
A colorful jaded mask
Hiding reality
Of the color contrast of angered evil
Hidden within.
There are times
Where parted seas
Would hold more sorrow
From separation
Than would I,
But I am not a sailor
Nor experienced traveler.
Just a voyager
Learning the paths
Of my own heart.