Poem 163-Running Through the Sprinklers

Running Through the Sprinklers

It is dark and cold outside.

My body is hot, my

skin is pulsating.

You have lit the

fuse and run away, unavailable

for the explosion

you have masterminded.

I escape into the air

too scolded for

resuscitation.

Engulf and cool me and my burning soul.

Poem 162- Consequences

Consequences

You trained me to believe without you there is no me.

That is not me.

I am whole, I am real

I am life and anger and blood

I am myself and that will soon enough for me.

I am striding through myself building walls and binning receipts I no longer need.

I will not be taking parts of me back on your request.

I am not faulty

I am not perfect

I am perfect

I will become perfect for me and no other

I will continue to exist and I hope you will too.

Let’s breathe alone.

Poem 161- Reflection

Reflection

When you look in the mirror you see me.

I am cooing, sighing, breathing, worrying, holding, thinking, diagnosing, restraining, containing.

I look horrified, sound worried enough, give you the time to vent and spill and mask and hide.

What do I see when I look at you… Blank face, misunderstanding, no time, annoyance, selfishness.

You are too consumed with you to see me, to match to, to notice I may have fallen down, to see I am not over it yet, to feel a real care for the things I hold to be valuable.

Your mirror is full

My mirror is empty.

Poem 160- No Qualifiers

Poem 160 - No Qualifiers

No Qualifiers 

I love you every day 

I love you every way 

I love you and I pray 

I love you don't go away 

I love you I must say 

I love you hip hip hooray

I love you every day (even days when I'm moody and tired) 

I love you every way (even ways I am yet to experience) 

I love you and I pray (we will be next to each other for as long as I can imagine into the future) 

I love you go away ( as the shock and pain it would bring would be too immense)

I love you I must say ( from every part of me to every part of you) 

I love you... hip hooray 

Poem 159- My Poems

My poems
Every few months I see someone
I haven't seen in a few years and they say... I know you're teaching and I'm sure thats all you need but what happened to your poetry thing that used to pop on my feed.
I'm not sure I really read any but I used to be intrigued and I am more mature i must click the link and concede.
Well I think and ponder why it's been longer and longer that I haven't publicly exposed my raw and personal feeling like graffiti on a public was like sky writing above the ceiling. Well I say...
Maybe be it was too bad to write
Then maybe it was too good to write
Then maybe it was too bad to write again but now I'm back in the middle.
The middle ground I have found is a fairly fertile void where may
overwhelming happiness doesn't push me out of the house with a smile so
 big I cannot process detail or drag down so slow I cannot mention the colour of the sky.

So ye it's been a while and if those looks turn in to clicks we'll all see how much we've matured and the next time I see you we could talk about it

Poem 158- I loved you and you broke it

I loved you and you broke it

I loved you and you broke it
What does that say about you?
What does it say as you squander all chance to have my support or care. I will not grovel, I will not pray to ask you to take me back

You broke it... you fix it