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RA Feb 2014

17w

Big fish
Small pond
You wanted to break free.

Small fish,
Watch out-
Welcome to the sea.

February 6, 2014
7:47 PM

RA Feb 2014

I wrote you a poem called
days like these, but what I couldn't tell you
is that it's not just days
like those, but every day. Today

could not be more different
from the picture I painted you
with my words. The world is gray, today
and tiny drops of rain

kiss my face, never to be felt
again, not the same rain, not
the same me. Cold air bites
my nose, playfully, as I bump down

the brick sidewalks on my bicycle, eyes only
on the road in front of me, my mind
only on you. I cannot describe
your absence in words, only able

to highlight for you the way
my world looks without you, treading lightly
around the hole that is you, poking
at it like with a tongue at the place

a tooth once filled, if only
to convince myself you truly belong there. You
truly belong here, don't think
you don't. Not just the sunny days

need to be shared, to fully belong
to us. Give me one rainy day with you, rather
than two days of glorious sun, I
would take that any day.

February 4, 2014
12:55 PM
days like these: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/589659/days-like-these/

RA Feb 2014

heady

this song is the slow burn
of fire through your veins, it's
the long glance across the room
that send you tumbling straight
into the unplumbed depths
of her eyes, it is exactly
the feeling in the pit of your stomach
when he turns and smiles
right at you, rustling forests
you were unaware you had,
until flocks of birds take off,
filling your insides with fluttering
wings, and nothing but their song
will come out, when you open your mouth.

February 3, 2014
12:05 AM

so this is my 100th published poem on this site. thank you so much to everyone who has liked and followed and responded to my poems, you guys are amazing and have helped me through a lot. this is a wonderful community, wishing everyone only the best of everything ♥

RA Feb 2014

Gefen

Lying next to you, you recite
your graceful words, chosen
with precision and care, every one
captured in your memory, בור סוד
.שאינה מאבדת אף טיפה Lying

beside you, on my back, I sneak
a quick look at you, your face
serene, and struggling just a bit
to place every word correctly, and

to be so amazingly honest. Looking
over at you, I catch a glimpse
of your stunning eyes, overflowing
just of you, and feel like

with your poetry, you have gifted
a piece of your soul to me. Abashed
and flattered by the beauty of it all, I
have to drop my gaze.

for G.L.
February 2, 2014
edited January 11, 2014

RA Feb 2014

the doormat phenomenon

When I let you in I saw you
as a source of strength, not
a drain. And I was right, but only
for a while. You have walked
over me, firmly, even as I lay down,
willingly. You have walked over me
so forcefully that the imprint
of you will forever be embedded
in my heart. You were not
the first, and, knowing myself, you
will not be the last. But this
is the last straw, and soon
though your impression will never
fade from my flesh, it will stop
becoming deeper and more painful
with every passing day. I am strong
enough for a last stand, cowardly
though it may be. Inaction is
a form of action, and I
am giving up.

For D.C., K.Z., L.A.H.G., and a few others.
January 30, 2014

RA Feb 2014

Warning

You wove us into
a safety net, for the sole purpose
of holding you up, when you
could not do
for yourself. I
am not accustomed to following
the instructions of any, not
usually willing to follow
blindly, almost never one
to bend my naturally firm form
for others. For you, I tried. I
tried, but I am not
so strong or flexible
as you seem to think. Be careful,
there are holes
developing in your safety-net.

January 30, 2014
edited February 11, 2014