Verbatim

[NM]

[Querida]

i let go
why must you still not do so?
i let go with much
what is it for you with nothing
to leave me be
why is it i cannot close my eyes and be without you
but you have cut me off and still bind me to your will
as i stare searching reliving ever without release
you live and leave me staring ever after you
is this always to be
i reach and fall
you need not reach and have no way to fall
you care not for i can not but care
yet i let it go
i let it all go
so not to let go
of you...

[Querida]

where was i. . .
when i was here before?
what makes me so sure that i have done all this. . .
now again as once before??
what mistakes lie in wait.
what consequences lay their trap.
when i make the same error:
<realizing that all this must be done again>
what things have outwardly changed,
only to remind within that they are the same as ever.
what souls have found new places to hide,
where eyes miss what instinct knows.
shyly i walk by those who are kin. . .
boldly i rely on those who never exist. . . .
merely i pass by all that is new. . .
only to once more pause.
edge towards that familiar place. . .
[where yawning pit awaits my usual arrival]
why
do
i
?
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. .. ..f
. ... ...a
. .. ... ....l
..................l . . .
knowing there is no ending............................................ ............................
. . .only the very beginning.
. . .once more. . .

[malligai]

Q,

ur poems r alwayss so different...

//where was i. . .
when i was here before?
what makes me so sure that i have done all this. . .
now again as once before?? //---nice

[Querida]

Pearly maidens swirl towards existence
Waltzing upon marbled sea
Frothing in frenzy they swell together
Ever nearing the point of return
Do they escape to only return?
Or do they return only to escape?
As they perish on the threshold of foam
Ebbing aquatic souls reincarnate in successive waves
Hopelessly they wait upon Neptune’s grace
Whirling in an ecstasy ever showering the fluid folds with their translucent gems
Dissipating into liquid depth, resurfacing to join the mer-melee
Gracefully surging towards the siren’s lure
In desire to reach beyond the horizon
To sashay past the cascading crescents
Flowingly fleeing the curves of the thunderous crush

[NM]

Pearly maidens swirl towards existence
Waltzing upon marbled sea
Frothing in frenzy they swell together
Ever nearing the point of return
Do they escape to only return?
Or do they return only to escape?

Beautiful lines.................

[Querida]

i'm stuck
and don't mind being so
i'm too afraid to move forward
and too afraid to stay behind
secretly i sigh that delays made are out of my hands
but miserable that i will be left back
the world's most preciously deemed
i waste without outward regret
time and money galore
has gone and i bemoan the reason to need more
silently i must remain as in of me
meaninglessly dreading the festering
that seems only to point towards ruthless consequences
making my senses acute and numb and to sense no more
yet more aware am i of this urgent whisper of idle
as i am at the quickening and ever-knocking of my heart
and the foolish inability to do nothing more than to move forward
and remain tormentedly stuck...

[Querida]

she sat clumsily against the grimy brick wall
staring straight ahead to avoid my sharp glance
her hair lay greasy and plastered to her face
dark and congealed like tarrish glue
lazily her hand lay open to catch the piercing needles from above
sighing i sat aside her
defiant to remain as wordless as she
to stay still as icyness wetted my garments
even as the torrent of freezy drops
snaked down my goose-pimpled neck
she lay her head calmly upon numb shoulder
and slid heavily into sitter's lap
upon her flustered face
stared two crimson-stained eyes
cheeks a blush
lips parted in scarlet
hued tears had lay upon eyelashes
and run rivulets upon her rosy-pale face
cherried were her hands
all sticky with sweet iron scent
she lay there refusing to utter a word more
almost but never....no never her...almost less a little of life
she lay in my drizzle laden arms
drenched in rain and red...

[Querida]

tainted thine typed out tryings
verbage together litter a page
what more is there but lesser whats
riffled through and written out as rejected
over confidence over
rhythm somewhere lost
devices to lie have proven true in their bitter lies
meaning yet means to change
to whatever it meant to matter

[Querida]

harmless aren't i?
never a look away
never more than a few words to say
ever a smile thought not sad if certainly lost
ever a twinkle moreso reflection than any other spirit
surely i say too much
and not mean much
surely i say but one word
and mean simply everything with only my unmet glance
when you look upon
do i not seem not here
intangled within my own yearn-keen-dream and all other ings
too dark and painful to delve and keep
how very little harm they will do so at first...