Things that I would say to you

Things that I would say to you

A Poem by Siobahn McKenna

Love and hate, hate and love.

Are they really made of separate stuff?

Indifferent, I’ll say, if a spade is a spade

but you want to call it something else

as if I’d be swayed

something Osho said

well I don’t need an old man to tell me what love is

and what it isn’t


Remember that time you said my voice was a smile? 

It ruins my day every once and awhile

You wouldn’t understand why, and probably not how

I’d be surprised if you remember saying it now. 


At times I think you’ve changed your mind

and I cringe at any hopes or thoughts of that kind

But the thing about hope is, 

you don’t know that its there

until it’s crushed out of shape

and it looks like despair


I can’t escape the premonition it will all turn to dust

My hope cannot shatter

but it does seem to rust

Or perhaps we should wait for a later time or place

for my thumb to trace your cheek 

that uninhibited embrace


When I close my eyes, my dreams are beset

Something, always something, won't let me forget

an unfortunate song, 

well timed admiration expressed, 

the invisible grip on my throat and my chest

which stifles my swallows and steals all my breath


Perhaps I will just have to live with the latter

We’d both rather talk about CERN or dark matter.

Your friendship, you see, is most important to me 

But this twist in my heart will not die or recede 

And I do not quite know just how to proceed

To keep quiet is a lie of omission, I suppose

But how does one say, even in prose

That, goddamnit, 

I love you, 

for nothing specific, your mind and your nose

our late at night laughs, your posters, your goals, 

all 193 centimetres

from your head to your toes

But I don’t want anything from you

I just think you should know.


Some people believe you can’t love more than one person,

I’d like to tell them how often the stupid are certain

As if they are the arbiters of the human condition

and all love is the product of presupposition


Here I am, leaving someone kind, someone smart, 

Someone perfectly incapable of breaking my heart

Every day I think of it, it rips me apart

Abandoning a future for something which may not exist

But if I let this chance go, love would call me remiss


Because it’s always been you

I don’t know from where, how, or from when

But my heart is your, if you want it, my friend

Sometimes I wish I knew how you feel.

Other times I’m glad to be spared

the entire ordeal

Because frankly, my darling, my friend, I am scared.

© 2016 Siobahn McKenna


Author's Note

Siobahn McKenna
It's becoming an adult Dr. Suess book.

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To the matter at hand, the poem itself, and not the interesting and surprisingly entertaining debate around it. No one can tell you what love is, expert or no. It is a feeling, and we all feel differently. And absolutely, it is ridiculous to think we can only have one love, and that it is not possible to love two or more people, either at different times or simultaneously. It is our cultures, morals, and religions that shape our "rules" and perceptions regarding love. Love doesn't care about any of those things. The poem is thoughtful, candid, and sweet, and well crafted, structurally and grammatically.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

😂

5 Years Ago

yep u are right :3



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Very poignant words expressing a very real fear: vulnerability. I like the style that you possess and the way that your words seem to jump off the page at certain points even without the over use of punctuation; very nicely done. I noticed just one minor error: third stanza, fourth line should be it's or it is . I make those silly little errors all the time but never see them when I go back over again because I never think to look so I hope that helps. I especially like the stanza "I can’t escape the premonition it will all turn to dust
My hope cannot shatter
but it does seem to rust
Or perhaps we should wait for a later time or place
for my thumb to trace your cheek
that uninhibited embrace"
It is very gripping and bittersweet. I hope love finds this author and gives her the love she deserves. :) great work!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Love and hate, hate and love.
Are they really made of separate stuff?
Indifferent, I’ll say, if a spade is a spade
but you want to call it something else
as if I’d be swayed
something Osho said
well I don’t need an old man to tell me what love is
and what it isn’t

Remember that time you said my voice was a smile?
It ruins my day every once and awhile
You wouldn’t understand why, and probably not how
I’d be surprised if you remember saying it now.

At times I think you’ve changed your mind
and I cringe at any hopes or thoughts of that kind
But the thing about hope is,
you don’t know that its there
until it’s crushed out of shape
and it looks like despair

I can’t escape the premonition it will all turn to dust
My hope cannot shatter
but it does seem to rust
Or perhaps we should wait for a later time or place
for my thumb to trace your cheek
that uninhibited embrace

When I close my eyes, my dreams are beset
Something, always something, won't let me forget
an unfortunate song,
well timed admiration expressed,
the invisible grip on my throat and my chest
which stifles my swallows and steals all my breath

Perhaps I will just have to live with the latter
We’d both rather talk about CERN or dark matter.
Your friendship, you see, is most important to me
But this twist in my heart will not die or recede
And I do not quite know just how to proceed
To keep quiet is a lie of omission, I suppose
But how does one say, even in prose
That, goddamnit,
I love you,
for nothing specific, your mind and your nose
our late at night laughs, your posters, your goals,
all 193 centimetres
from your head to your toes
But I don’t want anything from you
I just think you should know.

Some people believe you can’t love more than one person,
I’d like to tell them how often the stupid are certain
As if they are the arbiters of the human condition
and all love is the product of presupposition

Here I am, leaving someone kind, someone smart,
Someone perfectly incapable of breaking my heart
Every day I think of it, it rips me apart
Abandoning a future for something which may not exist
But if I let this chance go, love would call me remiss

Because it’s always been you
I don’t know from where, how, or from when
But my heart is your, if you want it, my friend

Sometimes I wish I knew how you feel.
Other times I’m glad to be spared
the entire ordeal
Because frankly, my darling, my friend, I am scared.

nice poem

Posted 8 Years Ago


You have poured your heart out on this one. There is so much here that touches the heart of the reader. Loved these lines:

"At times I think you’ve changed your mind
and I cringe at any hopes or thoughts of that kind
But the thing about hope is,
you don’t know that its there
until it’s crushed out of shape
and it looks like despair"





Posted 8 Years Ago


To the matter at hand, the poem itself, and not the interesting and surprisingly entertaining debate around it. No one can tell you what love is, expert or no. It is a feeling, and we all feel differently. And absolutely, it is ridiculous to think we can only have one love, and that it is not possible to love two or more people, either at different times or simultaneously. It is our cultures, morals, and religions that shape our "rules" and perceptions regarding love. Love doesn't care about any of those things. The poem is thoughtful, candid, and sweet, and well crafted, structurally and grammatically.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

😂

5 Years Ago

yep u are right :3
But the thing about hope is,
you don’t know that its there
until it’s crushed out of shape
and it looks like despair
But woah, that had me for a moment. Exceptional.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good job.
Keep on writing

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

damn straight, 'specially not that homophobic dinosaur.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Siobahn McKenna

8 Years Ago

Yes, I have bits and pieces but I am kind of struggling to make anything cohesive.
The Twin Arenas

8 Years Ago

Poetry doesn't necessarily have to be cohesive. There are no rules to it - I always remind myself o.. read more
Siobahn McKenna

8 Years Ago

Thank you (: Sometimes I'm a little too rigid in my writing and I need to remember that as well!
Aahahhahah I love Osho, groovy dood. But yea, love...hate, wtf eva!

Posted 8 Years Ago


😂

8 Years Ago

P.S. , Alan Watts is probably better than Osho , what you think Mr. Springs?
😂

7 Years Ago

LOL LISTENING TO ALAN WATTS, I RETURN TO THIS ....
😂

5 Years Ago

man what a mess this was and still is....good times. Ive become a very political socialistic person .. read more
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dan
I am an old man, so I definitely will not attempt to tell you what love is. I have an old write in my archives if you feel interested enough to look back for it; it is called "Love Is..." and it is an awkward yet sincere attempt on my part to define love. Did I succeed? Nah....just a shot in the dark. But it entertained me, if no one else.
Please send me a read request when this poem is finished and titled. It looks like a great start to a great write.
take care...dan

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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