Hiding Your Apology

This was written April 30th, 2012

Trying to put on a face

Trying to erase

The place

In my heart

Where you still exist

As you were before

Cause the you now

Doesn't seem

To remember

All that we went through

Together

Doesn't remember

Everything that we said

All the promises

That we made

To each other

I asked

A simple question

You responded

Like Muhammed Ali

In a fight for his life

As if my question

Was an assault

And I realized

Truly

That what we were

Before

Is gone now

Lost in the wind

Because of our sins

Against each other

So now

So now I cry

Because for the last month

I have been unable to cry

Unable to let out

All of the sadness

You filled me with

Now you're leaving

Leaving me

No explanation

No rationalization

As to how you treated me

I loved you once

But not no more

I'd rather score

With a four penny whore

Than lay with you again

In our own little sin

Where breath

Met bare skin

Because as much as I loved you

That love is broken now

I hope someday

You realize what you did

And come back to apologize

Not to try and win me back

Just to say

I'm sorry

Special

This was written on April 26th 2012
There is a rain drop
Striking a puddle
Like Muhammad Ali
Because in this state
This state I'm in
My insides
Are torn asunder
By love
My soul is
Tiny little paper scraps
Confetti
Lit on fire
By a pyromaniac
In a trench coat
And all the darkness
Cannot save me
From the bright flame
Of all I've ever lived for
Burning up I am the fire
And as it sparks and fizzles
Eating away at my soul
I feel the darkness
Coming ever closer to me
Consuming me
As if I am a phoenix
From the ashes
Of my old soul
Will grow another
Where I once stood
Someone will rise up
With my banner
Realizing the importance
Of someone like me
Existing =
Someone who survived
Thrived and strived
Through odds
Worse than a million to one
I am the sperm cell
That fought his brothers
And his sisters
To be born into this world
Through a womb
That was not fit
To carry me
I am special
And I have suffered
Like any special child
And I'm not the only one
So please
Special children
Everywhere
Children of the earth
Realize that I am dying
And help me survive
This time I need help

Temptress in a Towel

This was written on January 19th 2012
A night with very little sleep. I don't know how many of my readers feel about erotica, though I know some people are turned away by it. So I will warn you, this poem is erotic in nature. If erotic poetry and literature makes you uncomfortable, venture no further. Without further ado:

Naked
In front of me
Naked
Nothing covering your skin
But a towel
Slowly separating at the bottom
You walk out
Hair still dripping
Skin still wet
Testing me
Testing my conviction
To not touch you
To not rise from my chair
Swiftly removing your towel
With a finger brush
Like a painter
Changing the entire scene of this living room
Into one of pure passion
Tantalizing bodies writhing together
As if it was the first time
Even though it wasn't
Still I sat in my chair
Held myself back
Just watching you try
To get me to rise
You knew full well
Why I covered my eyes
You are medusa
And I have no shield
Were I to lay with you tonight
Freed of my needs as a man
If only for a moment
My heart would turn to stone
My bones would break
And I would be forever lost
To the temptress in a towel
And nothing more