Last night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
The fan sent me sailing in the breeze,
And then the music sent me reeling.
It was the soundtrack you gave me, love's reprise.
Suddenly I couldn't breathe, again I was vulnerable,
A feeling and state I deeply despise.
So I decided that it finally ends tonight.
I promised I'd kill you next time I saw you,
With the weapon kindness, rather than a fight.
Forgiveness wasn't enough, maybe this will be.
So here I lie, with the breeze on my face,
And I'm forgetting all the things you did to me.
How my poetry often starts out (as disjointed, ugly, stupid-sounding notes):
"I was listening to that cd he gave me when we first met." "Used to be soundtrack of our love." "I feel vulnerable again and I can't breathe." "So tonight I'm going to lie down and forget all the things he did to me." "Kill them all with kindness."
Fiona Apple has been inspiring me. "Remember when I was so sick and you didn't believe me? Then you got sick too, and guess who took care of you. You hated that didn't you? Didn't you?" from her song Regret.
Sometimes, I feel like I use rhymes as a crutch, because they're so easy to work with. But there's a romantic element that plays into this. I want to transform the simple rhyme into something complex and beautiful. Maybe one day I'll be satisfied that I've accomplished that, but not yet. Never yet. Rhymes do so delight me. I suppose Shel Silverstein was more whimsical with his, but I like to think that maybe we shared a similar fascination.
Also, it's been a very long time since I added to this anthology. I know it's just personal, but this anthology holds some of my favorite pieces I've ever written. The first title for this poem was Otolaryngological Fatalities. But it doesn't start with U like the theme of the anthology. So I changed it, for now...
One last thing, is this the end of the anthology??
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