Word Experiment # 9 Forlorn




Bring me someone new fast




No wait,



Bring me someone who is fast



and maybe together we can fall 



through these sleepless nights



like stars that burn out,



we will slip awkward, as we dip



fluttering like ash



we will darken the summer sky



filling it with heavy grays and whites





We will become a flash of tumbling embers,



just built to spill 



Ready to turn the desert to glass



Only to shatter it as we hit





I swear, we could,



if you’d just take the chance



and bring me someone new





Fast





I am on free fall



I’m broken winged and burning out





Couldn’t you just bring me some one quick?





So I can be someone else for a while





If only for a bit





So I can examine there lips



closely with mine



make sure that they are the perfect fit





Together we will stop time



and smash this paper weight world



with our laughter and forever 21 kisses





It will take the cake



Be the bees knees



and I will fall asleep



floating in the softness



of nocturnal spontaneity

March 25, 2012 at 4:29 PM
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BT said…
Bring me someone new fast



No wait,

Bring me someone who is fast

and maybe together we can fall

through these sleepless nights

like stars that burn out,

we will slip awkward, as we dip

fluttering like ash

we will darken the summer sky

filling it with heavy grays and whites



We will become a flash of tumbling embers,

just built to spill

Ready to turn the desert to glass

Only to shatter it as we hit



I swear, we could,

if you’d just take the chance

and bring me someone new



Fast



I am on free fall

I’m broken winged and burning out



Couldn’t you just bring me some one quick?



So I can be someone else for a while



If only for a bit



So I can examine there lips

closely with mine

make sure that they are the perfect fit



Together we will stop time

and smash this paper weight world

with our laughter and forever 21 kisses



It will take the cake

Be the bees knees

and I will fall asleep

floating in the softness

of nocturnal spontaneity
March 25, 2012 at 4:29 PM
labrynt jamie mcLaughlin said…
pinned
one for illness, unceasing
one for my own ineptitude
and the ghosts of many from others' tongues sharp and penetrating

like a mayfly
beating against a window pane
harmless graceful creature
that can see the fresh air just ahead
the wide open space and green green promise
what separates me from my freedom?
this incessant attempt at moving
will I die in this sill with the promise of life before me, never having lived it?
Beating beating and beating my bones on this crystalline surface,
seeing only what I wish to be?
March 26, 2012 at 1:50 AM
BT said…
I love the power in this poem, the persistence to survive, Beautiful imagery. Wonderfully done. xox
March 27, 2012 at 10:04 PM
M said…
She can barely look into my eyes, and cannot quite smile, but offers me her hands, and I take them in mine. Perhaps it’s the last time.
Her hands are pink, and soft,
and I hold them gingerly
like an injured dove.

My fingertips follow the
delicate lines in her palms
as if they are a map marking routes
of places she’s been
and where she’s going.
Some journeys she took alone, others we shared,
and now this one: without me.

All the lines in her palms are intricate,
but I can read them
like a dead language;
and she knows that I can read them.
She had shown them to me,
one line at a time.
They reveal the zigzags
of life so far.

So I trace the lines,
like the words in a beloved book.
Her lifeline is long,
but as the line stretches
I cannot see myself anywhere.
I think, no I’m sure, that I’m more than just a rest stop on her journey;
because when I hold her hands and look into her eyes
she speaks tenderly
without having to say a word.

We've transcended the need for some words,
and blasé chatter doesn’t suit us;
but right now, we desperately
need verbal communication.
Our minds may be overflowing, but our vocal chords are dry.
I reach down inside my soul, searching for just the right words.

Through the windows,
the setting summer sun
catches her eyes
and they briefly sparkle
like a kaleidoscope.
I raise her hands to my lips.
“Goodbye," I say. "I love you.”
“Me too,” she replies,
and hugs me before swirling away.
March 28, 2012 at 5:43 PM
BT said…
There are just so many lovely and amazing lines in here, just like the Great Romantics, who favored more natural, emotional and personal artistic themes, you too use your words with such awareness. I can't even pick out any lines, because I think that they are all perfectly worded. Cheers
March 28, 2012 at 6:02 PM
Holly Swan said…
Be gentle with my tender heart.
I have been hurt badly by all of this.

There's no more need to be rigid. Stoic.

Let the walls crumble.
Put judgement to sleep.

Let the branches flex in the breeze,
growing cells that will survive
the blustery winds that will inevitably return.

There is strength in flexibility.
There is a stillness and receptivity.

Might I find peace and comfort for my aching heart,
and might it illuminate the path back to joy.


But the winds are back,
and there is a new strength in my bones.
The walls won't crumble when there is work to be done.

There is no solace in your infinite fractals of lies
that torture my heart.
day after day after day.

In your hands, my heart weakens and tightens
from your dirty manipulations.

I don't doubt that you love me.
In fact I know that you do.
but you can only love me as much as you love yourself
and we know about that now don't we?

You held my heart in your hands.
I entrusted it to you.
I believed in you when you couldn't believe in yourself.

You were not gentle to my tender heart.
So I'm taking it back before it dies.
It's coming home to me. to heal.
because I have been hurt badly by all of this.
March 29, 2012 at 5:29 PM
Holly Swan said…
All of these forlorn poems are incredibly beautiful, but so painful to read (and write.)
I can feel it all. It's good to release the energy of these feelings so that we can heal our poor hurty hearts.
Thank you.
March 30, 2012 at 3:10 PM
BT said…
I am holding my hand to my chest while reading this, It so hard for me to read. It is very painful and true, I do believe a lot of healing has already begun, just by letting this out. "The walls won't crumble when there is work to be done." this is fantastically put and so very true, I love that there is still resilience in your voice, you've not given up and your taking the control back and putting it back into your hands, your heart, and healing. So very beautiful. Thank you for sharing this xoxox
March 30, 2012 at 5:02 PM
M said…
BT - Thanks for the compliments. Here are some comments about your "forlorn" poem...

I really like the sense of urgency in this poem, because it really underscores the feeling of being forlorn and the eagerness for a really positive change – anything that will make the wretchedness and feeling of isolation go away. These line are among my favorite: ”….. maybe together we can fall / through these sleepless nights / like stars that burn out, we will slip awkward, as we dip / fluttering like ash / we will darken the summer sky / filling it with heavy grays and whites.” Great imagery! I also really like this part: “I am on free fall / I’m broken winged and burning out / Couldn’t you just bring me some one quick? / So I can be someone else for a while / If only for a bit / So I can examine their lips / closely with mine / make sure that they are the perfect fit…..” That’s a really strong expression of the desperation people can feel when they’re on the edge of hopelessness and feeling like they may never be so lucky to be in love again unless they somehow get a second chance by finding someone new who can perfectly full that awful void – such as finding the pair of lips that “are the perfect fit.” That’s really very good. The ending is really nice - hopeful and optimistic despite the feeling of being forlorn. I just love this: “Together we will stop time / and smash this paper weight world / with our laughter and forever 21 kisses. / It will take the cake / Be the bees knees / and I will fall asleep / floating in the softness / of nocturnal spontaneity.” I love the idea of a couple stopping time and “smashing this paperweight world with our laughter and forever 21 kisses…..” There’s just a really nice aura of the eagerness people feel to break out of their “forlornness” and find a new happiness. Nicely done!
April 8, 2012 at 8:48 PM
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