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
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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
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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]
Definitely feel free to comment.
[End Poem]
Definitely feel free to comment.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
