The Loneliest Glass Houses

There is a certain type of madness

That comes inside collateral sadness

Of having a heart heavily laden

Filled in love that appears to be forsaken

In torture we must outlast

Rivers of tears will be amassed

For the one that knows our hidden darkness’s

Creates a blemished, but empty starkness

And I will pay for my sins of past lives

While you escape fate’s randomly thrown knives

Always missing each others prearranged times

While others extend white weddings of prime

Remaining yours always, but black in sin as forever

Our heart strings, even through hate, can never be severed 

And madness will always come for us in the most loneliest of glass houses

 

Pushing you away was the only way I knew

You were never mine with balances due

It just isn’t meant to be this go-around

God, I wish we could leave this angry small town

Making it work on a clean smog slate

Writing checks that we should not backdate

 

But still I’m left crouched in your hungered wake

My heart will never heal from it’s belonging ache

And I will pay for my sins of past lives

While you escape fate’s randomly thrown knives

Always missing each others prearranged times

While others extend white weddings of prime

Remaining yours always, but black in sin as forever

Our heart strings, even through hate, can never be severed 

And madness will always come for us in the most loneliest of glass houses

 

Tell me you will always remember the us

The way we were never meant to be thus

All the greasy smoke and distorted mirages

Migrating with feathered friends in sabotages

Time will connect us in the life we have next

Clearing missed appointments that pay so complexed

I want you now I can’t wait thousands more

I need you to touch me feeling promises sworn

And I will pay for my sins of past lives

While you escape fate’s randomly thrown knives

Always missing each others prearranged times

While others extend white weddings of prime

Remaining yours always, but black in sin as forever

Our heart strings, even through hate, can never be severed 

And madness will always come for us in the most loneliest of glass houses

 

~m

 

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Kiss

Kiss my loneliness

With gardened bloomed

Balsm lips

Passing troubles as you do

 

Hold my hugs

In sheltered constellation

Strengthened arms

Comforting doubts to a misty dew

 

Fill my lungs

Of tickling laughter

With promise

Of sunset aged smiles

 

 

Kiss me crazy

With flip flops of joy

Encouraging hopes

Death-defyiny gravity’s exile

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

Prophecy

 

After an exhausting drought

Filled without any shadowing doubt

The connections grow once again free

 

Did you happen to remember or to ponder

Letting  your nimble mind lust and wander

Acknowleding the awaken souls diastole

 

Everything in this late summer air

Crystallizes the stars of a lover’s affair

Sweetly singing of reincarnated love foreseen

 

Angels and fairies play gleeful in whisper

While the sun bakes cakes and paints sunset pictures

Of lover’s reunions who are meant to be

 

I’ve traveled and troubled

Collecting spirit strength doubled

Awaiting the Universe’s return of my love to me

 

Requite to my heart’s gladdening cheer

Existing through bedtime stories comforting tears

With conscious thoughts that you would never truly forget me

 

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always Remember

No matter what comes your way

Or how many hours pass into days

No matter the distance that wedges our lives-  mental or physical

No matter hurt or anger, deliberate or unintentional

I will always

Each night of my meager earthly life,

No matter where I lie my bones

Blow a kiss

Only for you,

My handsome love.

No matter what time passes, please remember that I do.

Remember that I will still, always be in love with you

 

~m

 

Sailing New Chapters

Quick update for my followers-

I’m sorry for my lack of writing, commenting and being present these past few weeks.

August 2016 has been a frantic and an emotional one for me with the real world  being a party pooper  on my parade and taking over as top priority.

Most of my summer has been spent with my son, helping to prepare and move him into college.

He had his official move in day last week. Eek!!

For the first time in my life (41 years!) I get the experience of living alone! I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it.

It’s an exciting time for him AND me!  This new journey and new chapter in both our lives, I must admit is a bit overwhelming.

I’m trying to a adjust to a quiet home. My son is a talker! I’m also trying to find my way through to a new quest in rediscovering myself. I’ve spent so many years taking care of others, that I’m left with trying to cope with just taking care of myself. You would think with his leaving, I would have globs of extra time to write and be here. But it’s actually thrown my world into chaos trying to figure out ‘my’ routine. I am so scattered and disorganized even worse than I was before. But I’m working on it!

I haven’t forgotten you, and have had writing in my head the entire time. I appreciate your patience and sticking with me through this. I can’t wait to share some of the words floating in my head and hearing your feed back.

I look forward to catching up as I can, and reading what you have left for me and on your blogs!

Keep me in your thoughts as I press forward on this new road of being an empty nester!

~melanie


 

For the sake of keeping this blog, Don’t You Forget About Me, exclusively for my poetry, my troubled hearts pining, my gushing on love and hope, and my #dyfam muse- I’ve decided to create a separate page for writing about my son and my adventures of a newly acquired ‘adult’ life.  I welcome you to follow me there if you’re interested!

A Mother of a Pirate

 

 

Endure-a haiku

Hope sighs, to beg life

Allows sunlight through branches

Clearing a lost way

~m

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If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm. ~Mahatma Gandhi

 

 

 

 

Captured

His knowing humid glances

Thrill her soused center fountains

While bringing edges

Of skin heated rosy

To a developing film

Revealing her negatives

In darkened sepia rooms

Weaving in blended flushes

Into tell-tell spending colors

Of increased ardent heart rates

Quickening concupiscences

Heavily at sewn seams

In the foggy sighs of dreams

 

Happening all because

She forgot to breathe

 

She was center of stage

With his indecent gifted looks

That sent her directions misplaced

Filling her mind

And her junctions

With a riot of thought

Of bashful pleasures

In excitement

Overriding judgement

That spun pirouettes on toe tips

In her silly romantic head

Delivering the pulse

Of animalistic survival

Instinctive and involuntary

Revealing secret innocence

To well chosen prey

Now, clearly displayed

In the many

Chameleon change of colors

Framed in track light

For his observant study

In her exhibit of museum art

 

And he knows

Even if she does not

Colors are felt

Touched

And tasted

And he knows

She is his- captured

 

~m

Arranged

 

Greedy roots outstretched for alms

Scavengers are inflated for sunlit cons

As dirtied laundry wedgies hide in cracked nail beds

Dissolving the bones hidden in closets of newlyweds

Sunburn their hearts filled with cemented spite

To jump off cliffs from death defying heights

All for the fame of nine innings at bat

But you must be a fool, for we all smell a rat

Double-crossed gamble with streets stinking hoodwinked

Organized crime of goodfellas,  the chaos has you linked

Kiss that stub of a finger and pay your phoney respects

This is murder for hire, an addictive but antiqued retrospect

 

~m