Love Lost

I just wrote this. As in about five minutes ago... I watched a romantic comedy and as usual it left me feeling slightly depressed about the state of my lack of love life. So here is the outcome of that.

Love Lost:

They say that it is better

To have loved and lost

Than never to have lost

Or loved at all

Forgive me I cannot

Remember how exactly

They got their words to fall

But the gist it seems

At least to me

Is love, once lost is better still

Than love never borne

I am inclined to agree

For in their simplest terms

I feel the loss that they forewarn

Is love lost a love felt

One need only ask

Someone whose never heard

Love’s urgent call

Excuse me if I’m wrong

But love, even in failure

Leaves traces of it’s fall

The traces are enough

A reminder that it was here

A hope that it will come again

The chance to once more, feel

But a heart that love

Has never touched

That pain is real

And so the better of the loss

The better of the love

Cannot be more aptly known

Than to those whom love has never shown

Juxtaposition

So in the English and writing arena, you hear the word Juxtaposition thrown around a lot. It's a nice word that makes you sound smart, so it gets used often. I thought I would write my own little juxtaposition poem, mostly because I was tired of listening to people toss the word around trying to sound intelligent. Plus it was cool...

Juxtaposition:

Quiet talk of screaming passion

I cannot see

Fits of jealous calm pushing

But I

I cannot feel

In me a storm softly rages

I cannot hear

Moments of insane sanity

Well I

I cannot know

You are rock solid and malleable

I cannot move

A deep burning on the surface

And I

I cannot heal

A stillness moving swiftly

I cannot touch

Humans and alien emotions

But I

I cannot feel

She

I wrote this poem thinking about the popularity of "sexting" right now. I was thinking about the reasons behind it, and how the media, and society, has glamorized the highly sexual female attitude, but at the same time females are degraded if they act this way in real life. It's a double standard that ruins us. 

She:

Female

Shemale

Sexy dirty E-mail

Lewd and crewd

And lacking

In a world of male and mail

Poems

So this one I wrote not too long ago. I was just thinking about something someone had said about how poetry is kind of a selfish form of writing. We write it mainly for ourselves, to emote something, and so it is a common idea that poetry is not read, or is not given recognition or attention. So here is my very own selfish work. : )

Poems:

I don’t expect you

To understand

Only to listen

And

Perhaps

To care for a moment or two

I don’t in fact rely

On anything

You can say

To

Me

I left that wish behind

I can’t remember

A moment

Of quiet respite

In

Your

Heart and home laid

I stop you here

I remove

I am not

Indebted

To

Your love

I said my piece

In silent

Moments all combined

You

Me

Doesn’t matter

Of What Am I

I wrote this poem after my last residency. I was just rumbling along on the train, and I started thinking about how many places I have been and the number of experiences I have had and how, even still, there is so much I know nothing about. So this is what came out.

Of what am I:

Poetic injustice

What of that does my heart know?

What of hurt and pain and sorrow?

Love fable

What of that do I truly feel?

What of joy and happiness have I kept?

Popular sub-culture

What of that do I deserve?

What of labels and non-conforming conformists have I been?

Epic Prosaic

What of hope have I experienced?

What of Romance, and inspiration have I explored?

Of what am I

To where I have been

I am not indebted

For what of them have I known?

A tough pill to swallow

I wrote this poem after an encounter with a guy. It was just a nothing kind of encounter, but it got me thinking about the whole love dynamic and being willing to open yourself up to people and how detrimental it can be when you don't.













A Tough Pill To Swallow

A look

Across

A crowded

Room

Your eyes

Bore into

My

Crowded mind

I want

This

More than

I

I want

Your soul

My

Heart is

I watch

You

Your smile

See

You take

My hand

My

Soul open

You have

Broken

Me in

Two

Parts of

A whole

Crawl

Inside me

I break

My

Own Heart

You

Take me

But I

Can’t

Let You

A Little intro

SO this is how this blog is going to work.
Each blog title will be the name of the following poem.
I will try and write a little about the poem so you can get a kind of frame of reference for it.
I am going to try and keep myself from posting anything other than poetry on here.
I hope anyone reading will enjoy.

Thanks,
Jamie