Clean Slate

The rain trickled down my cheek
Following the tracks that many tears have traveled
The raindrops wash away the remnants
Leaving behind a clean slate for another day
When the rain is replaced my emotions
That can no longer be contained

[OSS 4.2] Andrew Belle - The Ladder

This is my new music crush. Just so the world knows! :P

Love's Not

Love's Not by Manchild of Mars Ill

Love. What is it? A solid or a liquid?
The question resonates from inner space to outer limits
Outer space to inner city dwellers timid, not committed
Love just isn't built on child support and weekend visits
You kill it like strychnine when you treat it like a cancer
You don't feel it so you spend time seek pleasure, not the answer
In clubs peeping dancers in a jacked-up type of manner
Stuffing g-strings with dollars that should buy your baby's Pampers
Love's not waking up with different women every morning
Love's not beating her down at nine months, with child forming
Love's not leaving your wife and your seed with no warning
Love's not, and when it's raining its pouring
Scoring no points you smoke joints, and toke your life away
You might have another year or two but you really die today
Display respect for yourself, or you can’t love nobody else
The hand you're dealt requires action, not just something you felt

I know what love is and it just don't stop
but I can explain it better when I say what love's not.
Yeah I know what love is, and it just don't stop
But I explain it better when I can say what love's not.

A house divided against itself is prone to utter desolation
So for this generation on the brink of extermination
I pour out a libation, a lyrical libation
In observation of the annihilation of the moral foundation
The desperation of the situation was clearly foretold
That in these last days the love of many would grow stone cold
And if hell is without love
Then all hell has broke loose in this culture
Feel the negativity circling overhead like a vulture?
The inverted priority of the majority, squander the sacred
To give what's profane seniority
And incredibly we fail to see collectively
The reasons why things fall apart like leprosy
Passion is the fashion taboos are taboo
Do you see through this voodoo
Cause it stinks like doodoo
Yo it's sad but too true how many don't have a clue
To the fact we'll be judged for all we think say and do
From east to west coast and all areas in between
Real love is like a ghost -- talked about but rarely seen
Except on TV screens where they flash these caricatures
That on the down low are meant to influence our characters
But love is not love if it's manufactured for the moment
That makes it more than the physical between a man and a woman
Wisdom is justified by her children in the end
And real love is being willing to lay down your life for a friend


Love's not caught in mug shots or seen in drug spots
Love's not sex or who you do next Love's not
Road rage, porno pages in the eyes of a racist
Loves not whoring and love's not abortion
Of course then love doesn’t bomb clinics to make it finish
Love's not hate and love's not a cynic
Love's not seen on Jerry Springer or expressed by middle finger
And love is rarely captured in the words of any singer
Love's not domestic violence saying shut up or be silent
And love's not represented in the way of the police sirens
Abandoned children in abandon buildings
Random killings, love's not slow to help you, love is ready and willing
Love is patient and kind, love is sight for the blind
Love was borne before the morning, love's transforming your mind
Love is body and blood, bread and wine, remember the time
Love is God divine, crucified for mankind

Wrapped Tightly

you've got me wrapped around your finger
like a rope or a length of string
a reminder to help you never forget

sometimes I feel forgotten
I feel like a flower choked by weeds
I wish I could untangle myself from you
and be free of your control

everyday I feel stretched farther, pulled tighter
your hands have a grip on me
when all I want is to be free

Falling, falling

I imagine the falling of my heart
into your outstretched hand
and I can't control it
the thump of my heart
is contingent on your presence
 I don't like this

Home

You caressed my cheek
and I felt it
the unfolding in my chest
my love pouring out like sand in an hourglass
I knew in that moment
that you had become my world
without me even knowing it

And I leaned into your hand
to show you my love
and felt a tear escape through the corner of my eye
and a thought ran through my mind

This is what home feels like.

Magazinetastic

He smiled

She said, “Your personality looked better in the magazine”

Confused, he stuttered, then fell silent

She said, “I thought ‘we could be good together’

Then you opened your mouth

And dead words fell out

I think the hairsprays doing some damage”

Short Conversations

And then she told him
I cannot simple exist for you
I was made for more than you

Then she turned and walked away

Through the mist of the sprinkler in the front yard
Down the sidewalk
And rode away on her tricycle
Off into the sunset...

37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes

Please tell me what you think about this poem. Critique me. I want to make it better! 

37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes
-B

I still remember the first time our lips met

We were innocent then

We didn’t know about politics and pain

We didn’t know the pressures of society

Or the expectations that would soon weight us down

We were children playing house

I was the wife

You were the husband

It all seemed so easy, carefree

Then we grew up

You have a job that lets you travel the world

The job that I dreamed of having

I have a job that ties me to this town

The town we grew up in

The town we learned about life in

The place I have learned to simply exhist in

Today marks:

37 days

14 hours and

2 minutes since I last saw you

I lost track of the last time I talked to you

Probably some time in high school

When you realized I was weighing you down

You found new friends

And you found new vices

I still dream of the night that we spent

Watching the meteor shower

That night in June before high school

Somehow our hands entertwined

And everything felt right

Your palm hugging mine in an intimate embrace

I wish I could tell you

How I feel, how I have always felt

I watch those sappy romantic movies

And wish we were the characters

I feel silly marking the days

But it helps me get by

Helps me get through each day

Knowing that one day you might come back

And see me and love me again

Unrequieted love until then…