How long can we hold on,
To something so broken,
It no longer exists?
Something diminished to dust,
With all too quick fix ups,
Abrupt remedies, and
Corrupt intentions. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #120 – Future Strangers and Never Again Friends
I foolishly promised I’d always be there,
To look out for you, to listen, to guide, to advise,
And I’m trying so hard to simply be anywhere,
Struggling to find a way to more than survive. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #21 – Promises & Betrayals
When I look into the mirror,
What do I see?
All the vice and all the need.
It’s a slow bleed
That feeds the hatred in me,
The evasion of pleas,
The casual cruelty of the free.
I call her demon in green,
Draped in red, white, and blue.
An entreaty to a greater deity –
Make the image someone other
Make me more than the colorful character,
I’ve pretended so long to be,
The one now wearing my skin permanently. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #20 – Savior Liar
Promised to stop,
Knowing you thought it important,
But with fist or with mind,
The need remains
Inside. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #19 – Pain
Hello darkness, my old friend…
I would die for your slightest whim,
And I don’t care if it’s a sin.
Ask me to Sink or Ask me to Swim. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #18 – Too Much
Oh wow. Ok, this is a strange one to look back on: this was my first attempt at playing with set structure. Notice the 4 – 6 – 4 – 6 – 4 line count of the stanzas. I think I tried this out a fair bit after this one, too, but it’s weird to be faced with the original.
One bad decision; One wrong choice
Followed by another and others,
Pointed out by faltering conscience.
Will it even bother? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #15 – Expect The Worst; Hope For The Best
I don’t know how to tell you:
How this reads wrong.
You’re expecting something forever long,
Something permanent carved in fate,
But I don’t want the same.
It’s not my name
Engraved beside yours. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #17 – Permanence
Even though this is listed as number 12, this is the real first missive. I wrote a letter to a good friend after finding out a dangerous secret when we were 15 or 16. Once I had crumbled the loose-leaf I had been carefully wording my concerns on, and resigned myself to silence, I broke out a five star spiral notebook and scribbled this out a handful of pages in. It’s 12 only in that that was how many pages I buried it into the notebook that would soon become the home of all 215 misplaced missives.
What I really want to say to you,
I know I can never say.
It would break you to know,
And it would break me to say. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #12 – Knowing
I wrote you a letter the other day.
It sits in a notebook tucked out of the way.
I wish I was daring enough to send it,
But I fear if I do, everything will change. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #11 – Your Poem
I hate you – for all you haven’t done.
All the acts the title was meant to convey,
All the lessons you were supposed to bestow
Upon your impressionable offspring every day. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #10 – Gone Forever