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Relationship-wrecked

by Thought Provoken on February 8, 2010

she said she loves,
heart flutters like doves.
He said he loved,
Did he know what love was?

Tears in her eyes
As her face hits the pillow .
Lets out low sigh
Black mascara on the linen.

Lowered eyes faint cries
Can still feel the room spinning.
Quivered lips, heart skips
For little more than a minute.

She said she loved him and she meant it,
He said he loved her but probably didn’t.
She can’t figure why he did it,
Can’t finger his intentions.
Not to mention finding forgiveness
when the pain remains vivid.

Dried eyes, was she blind?
Something she could’ve predicted?
Something that she missed,
Did she see a lie and live it?

NO.

She confronted him,
She wanted him to admit it…
That shit was different,
Something missing…
She threw a fit
When he didn’t.
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He felt like shit when he did it.
Heart swells, breaths heavy…
She’s gonna feel like I hid it,
Tears flow, broke levy.

Low sigh, no lie
He loved her/“all or nothing” was what she wanted.
Tears in her eyes
The last time she confronted.
Overpowered butterflies
fluttering round in his stomach.

Now he had done it.

She was his world, his sun
But he just needed space.
Earth quaked, hurt aches
Gravity pulls rain down his face.

Streams fall to his shoulders…
He wishes he could hold her…
But he watched her shoulder grow colder
When he told her.

A whirlwind of emotions
Ravage the landscape.
Winds in the ocean
Love boats in its wake.

And there he lay, washed up on the shore
Vowing to drown in love no more.

Decision like a Kamikaze mission,
Deep incisions/vision blurs…
He ruptured his heart
the moment he broke hers.

He thinks….
He should’ve stayed alone from the start.

‘Cuz every time he touches a heart…
He crushes a heart.
Every time he takes a heart…
He breaks a heart.

Days are like those waves…
They ebb…they flow.
He will always love her–
Wherever her ship goes…
Wherever the wind blows…
More than he shows…
More than she knows.

Love can be a dream,
But its seas are seldom serene.

Relationshipwrecked

Phillip B. Agnew
773.412.6094
www.philclinton.com

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Time for Time

by Thought Provoken on January 25, 2010

time is unforgiving
she takes unrelentlessly.
she never gives back.

we can only hope she
pays it forward.

our misguided attempts to manipulate her–
to extend the happiest times…
to cut off the
saddest
are met with failure.

our only hope
for outwitting time;
Our only prayer
for eluding the hands of time
is
our fleeting memory.

we take pride in the victories of our memories.
we try hard to remember.
we gladly trade the reality of the present…
to live in the past.

we hope our memory captures the
warmest,
most happy,
most satisfying,
moments in time.
still time can be an insidious vindictive enemy;
she can be so ravenous a thief;
with such insatiable hunger that eventually even our memory
fails us.

days pass,
months fade,
years go by.

and no matter how hard we try
we cannot
save her.

she is impatient..
she waits for no one.
she is up…she will run out…
for time can fly.

you will never have her: time.
strangely…
if you take advantage of her…
she will be on your side.

waste her &
she will pass you by.

so take your time.
…till next time…
or
time for time out…
or
its about that time…
or
the end.

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There is something about…

22 January 2010

There’s something about…
She’s beautiful.
I tell her.
Light her fire.
Propel her.
Set sail her…
I Inhale her
Emerald dreams.
I Exhale her
smokescreens.
She’s enchanting…
Eyes glaze
as I gaze
in her gaze
for days.
With dream eyes.
I’ve never seen eyes
like her green eyes.
And I go with her.
I rarely know
where she’s going
but I float with her.
Wherever the wind blows…
She’s seductive…
On warm evenings,
instead of sleeping…
I find myself peeping
through jaded [...]

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