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The Road To Giving Up

he’s just not that into you…

It’s been a week since I’ve heard from you
Sweet words of love
Of tenderness

he’s just not that into you…

While men in desirous parts of the world
Beg my attentions, pour on me affections,
Pull for my presence, promise me peace

he’s just not that into you…

I suffer long, lonely days alone, abused still
By absence, by affliction, by the remnants
Of maltreatment banished

he’s just not that into you…

And wonder, worry for your beauty
Wonder, worry for my own…
Reminded by your native enemies…

he’s just not that into you…

No sweet words come at last
No fond words of affection
No desire to be present…

he’s just not that into you…

But, even my white kitten comes,
An angel's silent steps and passionate
Love-bites to remind me of my own…

he’s just not that into you…

You’re just not that into me, are you?
For, if you were, your words would spill;
For, if you were, no harm could come…

he’s just not that into you…

for, if you were, you’d
share words of peace,
feather me with beauty…

… just not that into me…

… and I fade,

my love burning like a pyre,
my heart aching like a martyr,
my mind begging for a champion,

and I, abandoned of your touch
bereft of love…

he’s just not that into you…

my eyes spill, slowly, 
yearning for the truth…

he’s just not that into you…

'til my heart breaks 
as I read your words:

“… I’m just not that into you”

Photo ©2014 MLM

From Taming the Monkeys of Mind

 

taming-the-monkeys-of-mind:

Roll,

and splash around

through my warmest ink;

let it streak your body,

spilling into mind,

while

steadily

warming

your bluest veins.

Step barefoot through

my intentions,

stripped,

wading this man’s

inner everything.

Close

your eyes,

allowing yourself

to become the parchment

of love’s enduring

landscape;

catch

the pulse

of inspiration’s

heavy rains.

—me ॐ

 

~ Amazing poetry. ~

Speaking In Tongues

I can’t even tell you.

The truth
Is that I do not have a choice
On this planet
But to quit
But to be quiet
Because I’ve said so many things
Because I’ve tried so many times
Because I have not quit
Because I’ve not been quiet

Because I still love you

And that love is foreign.

Narcissus’ Redemption

If you knew how I live,
Would you ever go away?
Would you ever want a moment alone,
Or would you want to bask in me?

If you knew how I see you,
Would you care to look away?
Would you fall in love, as I do,
With every thought, word, action in you?

Are you afraid to be Narcissus,
Afraid to lose your false humility,
Afraid to gaze in the glaze of waters
Afraid to be who you were born to be?

Are you afraid to be so close to me
Because you’re afraid to be so close to you?
Afraid to admit the girl you love
Because she is so nearly you?

Give me a moment with your mind.
Give me a moment in your heart.
Give me your hand, your lips, your you;
Let me put everything in view.

Falling in Love in the Rain

The rain streamed down so many panes of glass,
With you beneath, bustling, working,
And I watched…
My mirrored soul-streams spilled outside, reflecting
As my confessions, compliments, and I fell hopelessly, endlessly.

My heart pressed against my mouth to spill;
The windows of my mind got in the way
As I wanted, like the rain, to shower you
With all of the secret feelings I have kept
As you talked of safe-but-uncomfortable places
Of perfection,
Of the perfection of making another smile.

I wonder:
Will this work?

Will this pool of truth reach you
The way the truth of you reached me,
The way you woke me from the never-ending struggle of a dream,
As the pools of your dark eyes reflect a solitary place we both love well,
As your veins strain visibly to contain your vibrant vitality,
While your smile lights you and me infectiously, and all around who see
The way your way embraces everyone and everything…?

Shadows Dancing in the Dream

Your shadows still exist here.
I used to cry, used to be tormented
by the memory of your, by the ghost of you…

But now I laugh, twinkle my eyes at your shadows,
smile at your friends who are now becoming mine,
who now love me openly as you do in your dark places.

I’m tickled by the thought of you knowing,
finding that I live happily ever after, still,
beyond the dream of you, living still in the dream of me.

You’re still you, and I’m still me;
and happily-ever-after we shall be:
you, in your world and I in mine,
forever, regardless, intertwined.

Forgive Me

I can still forgive you everything:

Every moment when you feared,
Every moment when you ran away,
Every moment when you tore at me in your frustration,
Every moment when you asked me to be different than I am,
Different from who I am,
Different from who you love,
Different from who loves you.

I can still forgive you everything,

And I can still want to be in your arms,
Dreaming daydreams of watching clouds o’erhead,
Kissing your exquisite skin,
Tracing your perfect ribs
Watching your perfect nerves cause ripples, perfectly, under my perfected touch,
As my careful eyes watch you,
As your startled voice begs for mercy.

I can still forgive you everything.

I can still remember your truthful words
Asking me to be a part of your life, forever;
Asking for a deep and profound connection;
Asking me to give you everything;
Asking me to just be me.
Do you want to know the pain this distance caused?
Do you still want to run away?

I can still forgive you everything,

But do we need to cry forever, you and I?
Do our tears need to rain upon the world, a thousand raindrops
To wash away our pain – yours over every woman you’ve loved inadvertently;
Mine, over every beautiful love – and you! – I’ve inadvertently driven away?
At least we’re crying.
At least our hearts still spill some truth of you-and-me…
Or, at least, mine does, running rivers through the streets.

I can still forgive you everything…

And I’ll gradually forgive myself
For losing you.

Absence

I do not know why you must be away,
But you are
And so you must be.

Instead of sorrow at your absence,
I’ll send you joy and love on your path,
And live and live happily on mine…

And I’ll beg the heavens
To bring us back, in joy and love and happiness
One day.

Superman

 

I miss your beautiful face,
Though there is beauty around me,
Beauty inside me.

His hands slip around me,
Move me, hold me like a dancer,
And it is intoxicatingly beautiful…

And I still think of you when I lay down to sleep.

I am blessed with unspeakable sweetness
From men of incredible beauty…

And still, I think of yours, I want to be blessed by you.

You’ve asked me to stop,
Demanded that I stop,
Attempted to crush this iron heart…

And it will only melt for you, if only you would be warm again.

Come back.
Come back.
Come back and see me; save me.

Be my Superman.

The Loyalty

I am still yours.

Whether you discard me or keep me close,

I am still yours.

My wild heart is broken;
You tamed something in me,
And there is no way I know to un-tame a broken heart.

So,

I am yours.

This heart does not know how to give itself to another in this way;
It bucks and throws everyone away.

Is it my whole heart,
My whole mind,
My whole being…?
Or is it only pieces of my heart,
The lost child in me,
The wild one in me…

The fantastical dream of me,
Broken
By the reality of you?

How do I break your reality?
How do I return the favor of love
Upon love?

I want you, my love.

I am yours, my love.

I am still yours…!

I am

Still

Yours…

Breaking Tides

Fill me with your new love
With your way of seeing
With your way of knowing;
Fill me with visions of you
And drown out the memories of him:

I don’t want to feel that pain anymore;
I don’t want to be drawn back
To heal old wounds
To mend old bones;
I want to be fresh, with you.

Wash me in your seas.
Cradle me in the warm caresses,
In the rising tides of care.
Kiss me, and kiss me again like waves
Kissing again and again the shoreline…

I want to be in you,
Under fair skies,
Under young skies…
Under the moons of your eyes…
Captivated only by you.

Take me again to your bed.
Take me again to your quiet world
And wake me in your arms
With the sounds of quietude,
Where this wound is cleansed by the sounds of you.

And spend long, quiet days
In long, quiet moments washing over me,
Your fingers steadily breeding tranquility;
And let my heart peek through these waves,
To swim again, in your unknown seas.

Shades of Light

I may not need you
To make me happy;
I may not need you
To give me beauty;
I may not need you
To give me love;
I may not need you
To show me the way…

But without you
I am without you,
Without your particular happiness
To meld with mine,
Without your particular beauty
To behold in awe,
Without your particular shade of love
That embraces the world in different ways,
Without your ways
To watch in mirthful, childish wonder and adore.

Without you…

I may not be alone…

But we do not share the same moments anymore.
We do not share the same shade,
We do not watch the same cloud,
We do not warm under the the same sun rays.

And I cannot look at you,
And it is hard to impress my love upon you,
And it is only in the ether that I may embrace you…

Is it true
That you no longer wish to look upon me,
That you disdain my ways
That once you adored?

I may not need you,
But I need to know
The truth.

Viscerally Undeniable

There are moments when the world seeps through,
Takes over my mind and claws at the glass walls of my heart
To take you from me.

There are rivers of the world’s blood that flood me,
That would carry you far away from my dreams
That would drench me in their memories of loves gone wrong.

There are days when the voices of the world
Mingle with yours, become yours, would be mine
To scream, to convince me we must not be…

And yet…

There are fires on your oily seas, my dear,
Aching to be quenched, to be put out;
And my soul-water’s tears and waves do nothing but spark and fan your flames….

There are nights and morns when you slip into me, viscerally
More than a thought, more than a dream,
Whispering unspoken words into the depths of me…

And I remember moments with you-and-me
When you would rest the everything in you with me,
When I would rest the everything in me with you…

And we were.
And it happened
Undeniably.

Everlastingly Broken Free

You can put me on your list
Of women who still want you;

You can put me on your list
Of women you have broken;

You can put me on your list
Of those whose hearts you rule;

But I am still smiling
And I am still me
And I am still loving,
And I still love you
And I still break all the rules
And I walk into the night
With my self-made standards,
Still bright
Still brave
Still free

Misty Morns of Autumn

I woke to the fog that lingers still
hanging breathlessly ‘tween earth and sky
a blanket ‘round every leaf and twig
nestling in white-grey as I wish I could into you.

I remember those days and nights.
They haunt me, seep into my skin like this cool, damp air,
clouding my thoughts, moistening my eyes
and I beg for some kind, warm embrace.

“Look nowhere else, but inside of you
for all your heart’s desire”?
I find a flame growing, a raging heat
still and silent as the tangerine leaves.

I remember you; I remember us.
I can feel you still, embracing me
I can feel your blue-white flickering flame
Aching to burn hotter with me.

And still the coolness of now slips round my calves;
still the chilled reality of now sings its resonance.
There is no you in this mulled existence;
there is only this languid persistence.

When, in the night or day, I slip into your mind
Do you yearn, or turn away?
Do you yet slip silently into desire, coach its movements
into regretful, agonized explicatives?

Are we tied, now, by nothing but this creative imagining?
Are we yet tied by nothing but this type of love?
I miss the ripples of your tender skin,
the agonized sensitivity to my energies.

Lift this cloud; help me blow it away
with heat or rain, with tears or love;
or, mind, let me accept this uncomfortable space,
sip it like chilled water on a winter’s day.

-Prologue-

…And then the sun shines through the mist
alighting mist and leaves, alike;
and then, the world is a mystery;
our fantasy begins again.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #1293 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Dreams of the Mad and Broken-Hearted

…And I can do it, too.

Maybe it is the forte of the dreamers,
Like me, who have lived on the edges of reality since childhood,
Who have lived on the fringes of friendship,
Who have loved deeply and passionately
Without obvious requite,
To find the good in everything
To forget the past that we do not enjoy
To spin the darkness into light
To live quite presently.

Perhaps it is the gift of the broken-hearted
To love and love again,
To find peace after a storm of tears,
To give love throughout so many years.

And maybe it is the virtue of the mad
To find freedom in everything
We have the keys to unlock the doors
That others see as nothing.

Yes, I am a dreamer
And a lover, too;
And I am broken,
And I am mad
And I am ever fond of you.

Transitions

So,

I am alone.

So,

I choose to be.

So,

My heart aches for you.

So,

I would rather this than confusing pain.

So,

I am alone.

So,

The leaves still tremble on their trees;

And they are not enough for me

‘Til they transform to a pair of butterflies

And one chases the other on an Indian Summer afternoon.

Then,

You are enough for me

And my love is enough for me

And my poetry is enough for me

And the trees are enough for me

Because we are still connected

Like the wasps around the trees

Like the sun and the leaves

And maybe

We are but changing like deciduous leaves:

Dying,

Falling from our native home,

Becoming part of something new…

So,

We are still connected

Though

It may not seem to be

And

We may never speak again

But

Perhaps we will.

Defy Nothing

It is no wonder you struggle with me:

Your life is so many rules,
Never to break.

You would not come back to this place where we met,
Where I am now,

You would be aghast at my sitting so close,
In casual defiance (not “belligerence”),

To your friends.
Do not think that it is in defiance of you,

For you do not embody these rules,
These conventions that say I must not.

I am looking for something,
I realized:

I am looking for me, for my place in this world.
I am looking for my freedom from you.

I am looking for the place where joy exists without your face,
Where my every thought is not consumed by you.

And, yes, as you are in my bloodstream,
I wouldn’t mind seeing you.

But I haunt the places where I’ve loved,
My body an apparition of its own

Seeking solace, seeking reason
Defying death.

We are Phoenix, do you remember?
Dying and living time and again;

We are who we are without each other,
We are who we are with each other;

We are who we are regardless of each other,
In every time and place.

The challenge, my dear, is the remembering –

Not everything else
But ourselves, regardless of everything.

That, my love,
Is The Game:

Remember-and-Forget
Live-and-Die
Love-Others-and-Oneself;

It is The-Impossible-Made-Real,
The-Primordial-Paradox-Eternal…

The thing I love most
That you love most

And that, my dearest one,
Is what drew you to me
Is what pulled me to you
Is the soul-searching habit we always are.

“Sometimes, I can’t believe it,
I’m moving past the feeling
Again…”

We are all homeless, my love,
And carry our home everywhere we go.

We are all loveless, my dear,
And carry all of our love within.

We are all empty, my sweet,
That we may breathe the world every day.

We are all unsure, my darling,
And learn forever as we go.

We are all shy, my eternal one,
Kissed by the world for reaching out.

We are always together, always apart,
‘Tis the paradox of life, made whole by love.

I have found myself again, in my defiance.

May you find yourself wherever,
However you go.

*Credit to Arcade Fire for lyrics from The Suburbs

Song for a Sultan

So,

You think that it is ended,
That it is all my fault.

I can bear the weight of our responsibilities,
I can bear the weight of the pain of our unborn affair,
Trapped within my belly like this wound that now ails me.

I can absorb it,
Heal these wounds in me
Because I still love.

I walk around our city,
Streets from where we met and fell in love –
Whether you choose to acknowledge the truth of that or not –

And I still fall in love –
But not with you –
With city streets and the dim grey light of an autumn day

Upon tall brick walls holding in the greenery, the ancient stones of the dead;
With the tall spires of obelisks and mirrored skyscrapers miles beyond;
With the kindness of strangers who, in an innocence you covet, connect.

I can fall in love with everything,
Remaining lovely through waves of quiet grief that spill my loss…
Yet you, in handsome suit and cuff links,

Cannot admit the truth of yours,
Cannot admit the truth of ours,
Cannot admit the truth of us;

Your face, your eyes darkened in unclaimed grief;
Your lips snarled in bitter, unspoken and mis-directed self-reproach;
Your fingers curled in hated agony that I yet see…

Can you not?
Will you deny what is so obvious to me?
Will you continue to believe your mass of Sultan’s Men and Girls

Who bow so eagerly before their master,
And call them “friend” who abets your lies?
I am the child who is too innocent to lie;

I am the child who cares not for your throne;
I am the child who points, incredulous, and cries:
“The man wears nothing but skin upon his bones!”

Will you banish me from your sight, ashamed to admit
That you were not even duped, but did cowardly concede
To ideas sold at the price of life and love and dreams;

Will you ask me to pluck my own eyes out so I may never see?
The pain I bear of My Love’s distance,
Of unjust banishment hanging upon his brow

And he pays, though I would not have it,
With his beauty even, with his consciousness,
And calls it “progress,” thereby forsakes his very name.

Woe does not become you, my dear; you wear it poorly.
For me, it is a veil I must occasionally wear.
I fear it not: I love too well beneath;

It guards love, beauty and my life
As your ways, you – and others – would try as well to do
Yet fail, so terribly, and miserably too.

You do not look. You will not see:
Not me; not yourself, your friends, anything.
You will not love, and cannot, thus, connect with reality.

Be true, my love.
Rest, breathe, connect.
Become yourself, and swim back to me.

I have not left your lands,
Have not left you,
Have not left me;

Connect with me, not after another year,
But now, and soon,
Before your guilt catches and strangles your given name.

You have not wronged me, my love.
Your lies do not wrestle me.
I only miss you, as I’ve always said,

And your heart knows you love me.
Why else the greyed face?
Why else the sunken cheeks and blackened eyes?

Live, my love.
Forgive yourself; let go of me.
See, then, if we are drawn still –

As we still are, through our own friends and chance acquaintances;
As we still are, through our respective lives;
As we still are, through promises once made

From your heart and soul to mine
From my heart and soul to yours
When we were He and She, in flesh, for some few days.