A Few Poems I Just Finished

Here are a few short poems that feel like I've been working on them forever.  Hope you enjoy


Grenade

an interpolation of a Bruno Mars song


your heart is a ticking time bomb
and I have much too deliberate hands
I will drop you
it’s only natural
right now, I’m not even willing to die
for me

and while I see you, beautiful
capable, willing
to set foot before foot
and happily plunge
I have never much liked falling
prefer moments when I don’t
have to bleed
plus I’ve always believed that they put up warnings
because oncoming trains
don’t reduce speed
the impact of me
is brutal at best, and the impact of you
scares the hell out of me
I think it’s best
that we avoid disaster

they only work well
in movies

[End Poem]

Going Nowhere

our love was like

sitting on the front porch swing with my

bags packed

screaming fuck the world and

threatening to leave

but then telling you

I’m not going nowhere

(saying it with conviction)

there’s no other place my heart

would rather be

except

somewhere else….

on nights like this, when it’s less than good

and sleep, like the selfish, fails to render

I wish that I could find myself

anywhere but

here…

I remember

lying next to you

watching how you’d sleep

even with eyes so peaceful

your face would wear a frown

I used to wonder if you could hear

what I’d think

I kept adding your strengths to

all my inconsistencies

no matter the math

the equation tasted like fear

found myself nearly drowning

in the constancy

you always with me

but the doubts would reappear

thick just like

half full glasses

and I could no longer trick myself into

loving what was missing

maybe it was the drifter in me

but my mind kept wandering

chasing after things that

kept me wondering

bordering heartbreaker

I simply keep sundering

your love

(you said you loved me to pieces)

and so I packed up, I jetted, and most nights

I’ve spent regretting

disappearing acts, yet still can’t

see it any other way

my heart was so confused, and so I

knew I had to move

most days, I’m a bird caged

singing in the depths of me about this urge to

escape bars that go

ultimately unseen

the only way I could have stayed

and not made you miserable

is if I could discovered how to

willingly clip these wings

but I’ve been flying back since

before my soul remembers

I can’t come back down

and have the feeling

I might never embrace change

but there are moments

when remembering

those nights I watched you sleep

that my heart gets lonely

tired of spending days

only

going nowhere

[End Poem]

Fix You

I’m an advocate for the broken,

because I’ve been broken

wish that I could

take these bent in spines,

and somehow straighten them with hope

wish every written line had

the power

coping mechanisms

I wish the only thing crooked

would be their smiles

jagged little joys

that take some distance off the miles,

their souls have traveled hard

but they can’t give up

so I will scribe out getting there

wish that I could repair their hearts

with lyrical stitches

alleviate those glitches that have them feeling

error coded, incomplete

like something’s missing or something’s wrong

too many nights staring up at ceilings

that announce how long they fell

or how much more they have to climb

I’m an advocate for the empty

because I’ve been empty

tears flooded, draining sanity

and I just wanted to be filled

wish I could pour out

a little bit of substance

with my pen

lend at least one breath

to weighted lungs when

relief sighs fail to come

one deep breath

for the ones forced to inhale

but still can’t exhale yet

and I get a little bit angry

so many weary

so many waiting

for their try, for their break, for their chance

I wish my lines could speed up time

go back and eradicate

circumstance

I wish I could lift them

love them, fill them

hug them

give them a reason to dance

even if life is sometimes an erratic beat

not enough rhythm

and two left feet

I wish I could be the song they fold into

their arms

persisting, as it lulls them to sleep

let each word be a beacon shining

let each thought be a token

constantly reminding

the broken that there is always a way

to fix what has come

undone

[End Poem]


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Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet