a poem called embers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: September 16, 2012

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embers

 

thought to be

deadened

after the attack

from another

where one let one

in &

it didn’t turn out as

beautiful

as was thought to be

had, because the

storybooks lie &

the movies lie better,

but horny is as horny

does & along comes

another drama to add

to the

suitcase,

which we each drag

throughout our lives until

we finally get to drop it.

 

though the heart is black &

the mind is exhausted &

the hands are told to

castrate oneself to keep

anything from ever happening

again,

the path leads on & you walk it

because

what the fuck else are you gonna

do?

no direction comes &

no one knows more than you,

no text written before you tells any

truth, which hasn’t been worked out

to oblivion now &

the sounds that you love to listen to

will do &

the feelings that you love to indulge in

will do &

because the choice to dive in again

is but yours to

foster.

 

 

throwing logs on the fire

even though the friends say to stop,

throwing logs on the fire,

even though the passion seems too much,

throwing logs on the fire

even though their eyes may be drifting,

throwing logs on the fire,

when the jealousy doesn’t stop the wanting,

throwing logs on the fire,

when the fighting leads to better sex,

throwing logs on the fire,

when the sex leads to better fighting,

throwing logs on the fire,

when the lack of fascination in the other

leads each to another,

throwing logs on the fire,

when the straying leads to passion in both

contexts,

throwing logs on the fire,

when the demands (physically/mentally/emotionally)

begin to outweigh the process,

throwing logs on the fire,

when the parties involved want you all to

themselves,

throwing logs on the fire,

when you haven’t enough energy to spread it thin

anymore,

throwing logs on the fire,

and choosing one over the other,

throwing logs on the fire,

like picking the wrong teller at the bank &

watching the lines on both sides of you

move faster & more precisely,

throwing logs on the fire,

back to the beginning,

with no logs left to throw,

back to the beginning with

embers

still

flickering.


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