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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anomic & Does She Think of Me?

Anomic

I feel it sometimes
Well– all the time
Alienated
Broke and alone
Mentally fractured
An empty shell
In an empty shell
Covered in skin
Gliding through life; death–
What is the goal?
To die or to feel?
What’s the lesson?
And what should I feel
Trapped in the void?

Does She Think of Me?

There’s only one person I want to see
She’s a beautiful dream I can’t believe
I think of her, but does she think of me

She gazes with those blue eyes intently
Within my mind’s eye on this very eve
There’s only one person I want to see

With her, the only place I want to be
A fantasy, will I ever achieve
I think of her, but does she think of me

Bursting from my chest, my heart wants to flee
This all feels like way too much to conceive
There’s only one person I want to see

I just want to hear from my addressee
The only news that I want to receive
I think of her, but does she think of me

It’s wrong for me to ask for guarantees
Can’t get my hopes up; can’t be so naïve
There’s only one person I want to see
I think of her, but does she think of me

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anguish & Hope and Wait

Anguish

She dreams of a way to go on
Despair takes hope away
She has the strength to persevere
But she has lost her way

She fights the battle ev’ry day
She can’t escape her pain
After all the years of fighting
She wonders if she’s sane

No one can save her from torment
Only she can break free
You can support and be with her
Show her reality

She won’t need your love, but it helps
It can offer comfort
The mad world is constant fire
She values your effort

Hope and Wait

I want to tell her how I feel
But sometimes I can’t find the words
I want her to know I’m here for her
I don’t want her to be alone
Is silence the right thing to do?
Or should I be more proactive
She’ll come to me when she’s ready
But will she still want me around

I cannot sit here and worry
Being anxious will not help her
All I can do is wait and hope
The kind of hope found in your dreams
There’s no one that I care for more
No one else I want to be with
I know that she is worth the wait
Even if it’s ten years or more

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Friendly Flirting & Intimacy Costs Extra

Friendly Flirting

I spent many days
Weeks even
Building the courage
To ask the question

Is all this flirting
Just for fun
Or do you hope
It will lead somewhere

Naturally
I hoped
It was building
To something

Then one day
I got a message
Meant for someone else
You were embarrassed
My chest was pounding

I got my answer
Without asking
I said I wouldn’t ask
Any of the many
Questions I had
You said thank you
And asked
How I was feeling

Were you worried
I was angry

You’ve made more effort
To keep me around
Than others have

What am I
To you

What am I
To anyone

Intimacy Costs Extra

I’ve had my fair share
Of prostitutes

They were nice to me
Because I gave them money

I thought they would help me
Feel less alone

I was always disappointed

Masturbation is more satisfying
But sometimes it’s nice
To be held

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.