i am authentic
the exact character trait
so despised by all
The Truth
i am authentic
the exact character trait
so despised by all
Author: lovizmytrio
Fraction
behind these lyrics
i leave back pieces of me
the world will not see
Imaginary Waves
arriving just after dawn
trees bend in the breeze
by midday we swallow sand
the beach’s beauty tainted
a hot wind to bring a new season
I could put my hand out the window
make imaginary waves
pretend that my rhythmic motions
are wings carrying me elsewhere
instead I stare into the distance
mountains masked by haze
and wait for the moment
my moment
when wind will mean more
than bent branches
and the coming of summer
Sign Here
a short signature
that will begin a new life
sadness subsided
Dream Come True?
nausea in and out
sickened with sadness and loss
will it be worth it?
My Naked Feet
i am 34
i am 16
i am glaring at you
and i have cried for three days
she won’t say a word
i dial his number
she drives in my
barefoot-on-pavement rain
the same water that washed away
my 16-year-old Oxfordian tears?
these are the tears
that will take me to Spain
that will bring back my youth
and allow me to say goodbye
to everything i have ever known
and when i send these
(as she calls them)
poetic texts?
they will wash away
when i put my naked feet
on the pavement again
on another continent
a place i’ve never been
a place i’ve only dreamed about
Love/Hate Relationship
you are not the worst
i am not the best
is this love or hate
or a need to frustrate?
i wish that i could explicate
our desire to communicate
you know i love this place
and would like to leave with grace
but i cannot swallow lies
two-faced talk i despise
so please put it to me straight
is this love or is this hate?
Nonrefundable Reservations
day eleven, wall seventeen:
a stack of irreplaceable bills,
nonrefundable reservations
scraping at my dream
(everything i can’t give,
everything i can’t take back)
will it be worth it,
will they open their eyes wider
upon breathing Mediterranean air,
or will the burdens bearing down
on mama and daddy
be heavier than sea-level breath?
if i could slide down the mountains
right down into the sea
and shed myself of my
nonrefundable reservations,
would i be free enough to see the beauty
behind the walls i must still face?
Open
don’t do anything
i wouldn’t do, i tell him,
love’s door wide open
My Last Four Days
this will be my last four days.
i have one cardboard box,
a creekside path,
an empty laptop bag,
and just a bit of my soul
trailing me out the door.
i’d like to leave it open,
for you to say, Come back.
i haven’t asked for much–
and given so much instead,
but you don’t see the notes
i receive from a teacher
twenty years back,
the one who saw the light in me
when i was thirteen,
when i am thirty-four
instead you are blinded by dollars,
hassles, and paperwork
(aren’t we all?)
so much that the dream
that once burned inside you?
it has withered away
into a tiny flame
barely bright enough
to blaze beside my fire
