First drafts or last gasps...
I've decided to post the following poems. I'm not particularly happy with any of them, but they each have a certain something... Hopefully, you, dear reader, will see what it is too.
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If I was trapped under an avalanche
If I was being thrown to the lions
If I was caught in the middle of a riot
I wouldn’t want to be with you
If I was carrying a deadly infectious disease
If I was being stalked by a serial killer
If I was living in a box under a bridge
I wouldn’t want to be with you
If I was lost in the desert without water
If I was being chased down by gangsters
If I was sucked into a black hole vortex
I wouldn’t want to be with you
If I was about to be hit by a train
If I was abandoned in the woods for dead
If I was food for some alien race
I wouldn’t want to be with you
I am not trapped, I am not food
I am not endangered, diseased
Or infectious
I am not bait, I am not helpless
I am not thirsting, desperate
Or witless
I am not chaotic, I am not careless
I am not abandoned, alone
Or appertising
I am only thankful
I am forever grateful
You came along and saved me
Before I even needed saving
Scarlet Spell
Underneath her scarlet spell
We plunder moments
Lost in translating
Complex patterns
Of movement and limbs
Overtaking her russet delights
You pamper splendour
Sealed with kisses
Your muse of pleasure
Interprets my demands and whims
You remind me how I love you
A metaphorical pinch
Then a physical surrender
To lie side by side
Clasping hands
I don’t pretend I love you
There is nothing to pretend
Simply Be
I have these internal discourses
Meandering to and from the pit
Not so much to myself
As with myself
Dissecting mundanities of the day
For tidbits of inspiration
I better observe situations
At a distance
Because up close
I have no control over my emotions
I tend to stagger, trip, fall
Over words and phrases
I dig a hole of my own making
Burying my dignity
Pulling all the dirt
Down on me
Then having to use only my heart
To free myself again
But I remind myself each time
These incidents make me better
Give me the strength
To stand up against
The weight of others' opinion
When they hardly know me
I have these internal dialogues
Weaving from topic to topic
Not so much about myself
As for myself
To let go of what others might think
And allow myself to simply be