The "Love" Poem Series. (Part I)

       I.

 

“Love” Poem Number 1

 

Rain leads to flooding
         leads to drowning.

 

Dirt leads to digging

         leads to burying.

 

Pain leads to heartache

         Leads to massacre.

Holo-costing people their

         lives.

 

Hollow.

 

I can never make you whole,

Not if I tried for all the years

         That exist.

 

We exist, and why?
This is why you ache, I think
         The inconsistent knowledge
The unknowing
And unfulfillment.

 

And you let her go,

         You foolish b*****d.

Stupid pigs, you men.

You let her go, and then you

         C

                  R

                           Y

                                    !!

You cry and drink

And swindle young girls

         Cheating them out of love filled with

                  meaning.

 

You can turn them into jaded

pigs just like you.

Hollow.

 

Maybe that way you can feel better

About the way

You treat

The ones

You “love”.

 

 

         II.

 

Love Poem No. 2

 

Monumentally sentimental.
You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
I can’t tell anymore why
It’s me and not you
Or why even when things are “okay”

I perceive them
Otherwise.

 

The digital bug has caught me again!

I think I’m in control
Pressing buttons
engineering
But you know who’s really in the driver’s seat.

 

Sometimes words don’t exist
Outside of my mouth.

 

They stay locked in my brain cells
But not in any coherent order.

 

Instead, they fester and fuse together
Squeezing and squishing
Writhing and squirming
Lacking air
Seeking escape…
But finding nothing.

A blasphemous orgy of syllables
Unheard
Unsound
Unclean.

 

Things I think about myself
affect the way other people view me.

And with the real words so melted and melded
“Insanity” is perhaps the only good term.

 

When I am alone I do not feel crazed.

When I am alone I sleep.

 

It is past events that haunt me
And create the monster I am today.

 

 

          III.

 

Love Poem Number III

 

BOY

                  YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

Please let me say so!

 

PleaSe let mE say so!

 

PleASE let me sAy so!

 

My words are so bitter,

S       o bri  ttle,

Can you READ th ese poems I write,

These wordswordswords

         I write like a lost old dog

                  Abandoned at her post

                           Heart stolen and beatenBUT

        I

        AMYOUNG)

 

You inspire me.

 

Is it okay?
                  IS THIS OKAY!!!

I HAVE TO SHOUT FOR YOU HEARRRR

 

H(ear)meèéêë�"ę

 

Oh please do.

Pleeeaæse.

 

I don’t need to kiss you.

I don’t need to love you.

 

But I am just oh

                                    So

                          Happy.

To know you.

         And to know, by you, that my heart is not gone completely.

                           That I can be artistically inspired   something I feared

I

         Had

                                    …0)lost                         4rver

 

 

 

           IV.

 

 

love poem number four

 

hold ‘em up higher

bend your f*****g head back
look me in the eyes.

 

B***h.

 

Temptation
Motivation
i’ll f**k you

up

up

up

.

 

speeeeak

highly

high

hide

 

your mouth looks

T asTy.

 

all I need

is my skin

on your skin.

 

Feel.

 

               V. 

“’Love’” Po(tion)em Number V

 

Oh fine!

 

           mope around, you soggy hound

droopy and foolish.

 

      cowardly hiding stance.

 

You know what you did, and you know

               what you do

I gave you clues and hints and love.

 

 

       love.

 

The concept of least conception.

Fickle.

Frail.

Fake.

 

Love isn’t really real.

         Not like we think of it.

Hollywood, books, lovers.

 

No one can know another person fully

             therefore love is unsure

and destined

 

to end

 

 

poorly.

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