music_is_love (devon_ordo) wrote,
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devon_ordo

Poems of September

Hope

she breathes in
she breathes out
she wakes up
and lays down
she can hardly speak
and so she screams
i won't give again
because she takes
nothing i say will wash it away
i'm running in the pouring rain
she loves you
and hates you
you break down
she feels good
she will bleed from insecurity
when will she
heal from this?
nothing i say
will wash it away
i'm running in the pouring rain
she's got everything you want
she's every little thing you're not
nothing i say
will wash it away
i'm running in the pouring rain
she breathes in
she breathes out
and it's pouring
sunshine and rain


9-line Haiku

when you look at me
i start to blush
and all that i can say
is just hey
baby, i'm so afraid
to be in love
with you
i ain't got no more words for you
'cept that i love you


The Angel Experience

i know what it feels like
to be in the sight of an angel
i know what it looks like
when white petals dance with an angel
in the dewy-eyed spring
i know what it tastes like
when an angel leaves you with a kiss
i know what it sounds like
when an angel says i love you
i never want to know what it feels like
to make an angel cry
i never want to know what it looks like
when an angel leaves your side
i never want to know what it tastes like
to see and angel bleed from the inside


Apology, Little Sister

i've been going crazy
and it's pushing you away
so give me one good reason
why i should stay
i don't want to waste another moment
saying things i never meant to say
i'm waiting 'til i see it in your eyes
because i've been waiting
for a chance to let you in
so, i whisper in the dark
hoping that you hear me



Wrestling: A Man's Soap Oprea

good vs. evil
father acknowledges son
sweat drops from dyed hair
tights stretch and boots thump
blood decorates teeth
as the fans scream encore
muscles ripple with damaged ego
opponent struggles with flopping legs
as the last vendor packs for the night
the pair of rivals
joke about the triteness of it all
and in a few nights
it will be on again


Flowers

3s, 4s, and 5s
belong in the little girls' game
of what ifs and if nots
left in the vase
a splash of color in the lonely room
brought in by
the pudgy hands of a toddler
tucked away yellow
in the hair of her lover
a boquet built by wire
giving a bride something
to do with her unsure hands
left by someone's door
as a valentine apology
layed down upon the slate
as a memorial to
a soul God took away


His Anger

she's learned what
bred her fear
and when she saw
it in his eyes
she wondered if
she should give back
his necklace


Starbuck Philosophy

so read to me
every line
of the book you hit me with again
and i'll ponder it
over coffee
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