Poem: I Saturate Myself In You

Title - I Saturate Myself In You

My fear is dressed up in fabrics of exhilaration,
And underlying anxiety hopes you won’t notice,
As I saturate myself in you.

Sunlight favourably aims towards you,
As you beautifully radiate its’ rays.
And I am captivated by you.

Your hand gently glides over your coffee-cup,
So intently caressing in its’ movement;
I would dearly love to hold it.

Eyes so penetrating in their gaze,
Making difficulty simple, eroding all my walls –
Look at me once more.

I’m aware that I’m riding on the back of danger,
Bareback into the depths of the unknown,
But it’s all to know you.

The world could fall apart from underneath me,
And the waves consume the highest mountains,
I would still remain in you.

All my attempts to get past you have failed,
And my thoughts refuse to be directed elsewhere,
They’re delightedly fixed on you.

So I allow myself to be rendered senseless,
And permit you to be my fatal distraction,
As I saturate myself in you.

Poem: "Apathy"

Title: Apathy

This Apathy
Is eating me,
Releasing me,
Seizing me.
I’m not free
From Apathy;
It’s haunting me,
Flaunting me,
Like pathology,
And cutting me.
But Apathy
Is psychology
That lies to me,
Numbing me.
The irony
Of Apathy.

Poem: "Juxtaposition Manipulation"

Note: Playing with metaphors is hilarious!

TITLE: JUXTAPOSITION MANIPULATION

Inside of me there’s a big blue box
With lots of trinket hopes,
And courage as little toy soldiers
Showing me the ropes.
A rag-doll the symbol of my fear,
Her tangled hair, my life.
She hides behind the slinky dog
To better suppress my strife.
My lust is the fire engine,
It’s usually quite tame;
But once in a while the siren rings,
And traps me in the game.
The cliché teddy bear for love
With his penetrating smile –
Radiating warmth and joy
In his elementary style.
The box, it holds so many toys,
In metaphorical wonder.
I continue to permit my mind,
To rest a bit, and ponder.

Poem: "The Affects of Perfection"

Title: The Affects of Perfection

Hanging by a thread
It’s already breaking
Can’t silence my head
Foundations are shaking
Moving so fast
And nearing a wall
Losing my grasp
So close to the fall
The standard is high
Too high to achieve
It’s pressure time now
A struggle to breathe
The balancing scales
Are unequally yoked
Reason was jailed
And tranquillity broke
I need some perspective
To simply get by
But I can’t be objective
The river is dry
I need to believe
That it will all work out
But the push to achieve
Fuels the drought
The nights are long
The future is closed
Confidence gone
Anxiety grows.

Poem: "The Loss Of Something Not Quite Mine"

Note: The right person can always extract some love poetry...

Title - The Loss of Something not Quite Mine

Expressions are lonely and exasperated,
And the latest desire is a cup of frothy coffee,
With a relationship to go.

Imaginations are proactive and romantic,
In the midst of a let-me-down world
And a bed half empty.

Dreams are covering up the heartache,
Replacing it with the misplaced hope of tomorrow,
Mixed with a tub of cookie-dough.

There was something in your gentle, unassuming manner,
That caught hold of my immediate attention.
Those eyes were captivating.

The fears and futures that we distracted ourselves with,
Caused the enemy theory of not-meant-to-be.
What a theoretical joke!

The ironic beauty of universal truthfulness,
That all we need is the love of another,
And we fight to disagree.

Yet here we find ourselves, alone in the night,
The sickening, yet comforting joy of success through the day,
And regret in the morning.

It is not often that I find myself amidst such brutal honesty,
That I would sacrifice it all for your hand gripping mine,
You would have been worth it.

I never considered it possible to experience such an intense
sense of loss regarding something that was never mine.
But I miss you.