Plea(se)

I said, "no, no, no"
as I held your hand,
cold like bath tiles
on bare feet.
You couldn't hear me
but it didn't really matter,
I meant it more as a prayer
than an actual command.

he said, "it's okay, okay, okay"
as he grabbed my arm
and promised me things
that were out of his control.
One can't promise peace,
while at the bedside of the dead,
as that soul slips further away
from love, light, and life.

I say, "be quiet, quiet, quiet"
as I contrive a suitable case
to bring before heaven
for the redemption of just one.
See, if my concentration is broken,
maybe He won't hear me,
and my childish pleas will fall
on ears that have turned deaf.

He says, "I hear, hear, hear,
and please, leave this to me".

Public Service Announcement

Oh hey there, people who read this.

If for some reason you feel like any of this poetry is about you, then maybe you should stop reading it.

Poetry is an expression of emotion that is liable to hyperbolic exaggeration and other such things. Not everything I write is about me, or people I know. If you interpret it as such, then that is not my problem.

There you go. You've all been warned.

I'm going now.

--Lena

Porcelain

I know. I know. I know.
Don't think me ill-disposed,
though my words are sharp,
I only seek reparation
(that you never truly gave me)
and you surely can't fault me
for that, now can you?
I'm still the gentle soul
that once lit up in your presence
but I'm also a smashed doll,
with a lacerated heart,
and a soiled rag,
unable to become white again.
So I buy my freedom with words
that uncage my porcelain body,
but I swear, I never intended
to lock you up in my stead.
You are seemingly nothing more
than an unfortunate casualty.

This is not an apology,
but rather, my defence.

For Mark

my hiatus with rhyming

has come to an end 

it came in good timing 

at the request of a friend 

so here you go Mark, 

something that's "structured" 

you'd better appreciate it, 

as my free-verse has been ruptured. 

i hope that you're happy, 

I hope that you're grand 

I wrote you some rhymes, 

though personally I find them bland. 

FIN

Eradicate

You have the same nervous twitch 

as you've always had 

and you have the same jarring gaze 

that finds me every time. 

You occupy the part of my mind 

that I'm trying to eradicate, 

You are the part of my heart

that I am having removed. 

You are the memories and moments 

that I am steadily overwriting

and you are the mangy stray dog 

that I am choosing to ignore.

Your presence no longer has potency, 

I am not swayed or stilled by you, 

and you can move in and out of these rooms 

as you wish; I won't notice. 

See, you've stayed the same, 

never changed or grown,

like the waves of the sea, 

like a chronic disease, 

and I have no need 

of you

at all.