Balance

The words are at the tip of my tongue,
Threatening to fall out
And destroy a friendship
Carefully tended to by me and her.
My mind, tinted in caution
By chains of experiences,
Refuses to trust,
And forces the questioning of loyalty
Over the brink,
While my heart holds it hanging.
I know that if I let the words fall
I will lose my friend,
Even as my mind’s curiosity will be satisfied.
The choice between heart and head
Lies in balance on the brass scales
That measure my trust.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

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Negotiation

I was walking alone one day,
And before me,
Two people appeared.
One was my first love,
The man who taught me
How to love,
Who knew all of me,
Whose one word
Could still blow hurricanes,
Who thought my thoughts
As he once breathed my breaths.
The other was the One,
The man I found
At the end of the twisted road
Of humanity
That began with the first,
The man who did not know me
But still loved me,
Accepting the flawed and broken being
That I had become,
And showing me his scars in return.
They wanted me to choose.
I smiled and negotiated.
“One of you can live in my memories,” I said,
“And the other can live in my heart.”

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

Dark

There is darkness
That taints my soul.
Everything I see
Is in shades of this dark light.
I am hurtful, unattached,
And condescending,
Owing to this darkness.
But ultimately,
I embrace the shadow in me,
Because it is my own mind,
So afraid of being hurt,
That it steps forward
To hurt others.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

Bitter

Goodbyes and tears
Leave a bitter aftertaste.
The only way to prevent
The cloying bitterness
Is to untie your ties,
Extract yourself from tangibility.
Be unattached.
Loosen the strength of your bonds,
Distance yourself from them.
This won’t make it easier,
But at least the bitterness
Will not be your undoing.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

Fight That Isn’t His

As the warrior travels,
He is forced to fight
Battles that aren’t chosen by him,
That could be avoided,
That are picked up
By those who haven’t seen
What real battle blood is.
Nevertheless, he accepts the challenge,
He fights a fight that isn’t his.
And when he leaves victorious,
Owing to wisdom if his past,
Each battlefield is left
A coagulated mass
Of tangent emotions.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

Quench

Feeling restless,
There is a pull
To something inside me,
To just get up and go,
To do something,
Anything at all,
To try to quench this unease.
All I can do, though
Is wait,
And let time do the things
That my soul cannot do.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

Breathing In A Dream

It’s worthy to be called
A dream,
When it possesses you.
Your waking moments are spent
With thoughts of it
Constant with all other thought.
Your nights are sleepless wonderings,
And when you do sleep,
You still see it.
You do everything to get it,
And there’s no more to do but wait,
But you feel like you haven’t done enough.
It becomes a dream
When you breathe each breath
And take its name.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

The Song Of The Lord

She was the only one
He loved with abandon.
He was the one she gave her life for
Each moment since they met.
A love so poignant,
That it has been sung
For centuries hence,
Was torn apart by the world.
He left, moved on,
Called by duty.
She stayed,
Never waiting, but remaining his.
He married, fathered children,
Lead armies, conquered kingdoms,
And she stayed,
Living in the dilapidated house
Sprinkled with the dust
Of his memories.
He lived a complete life,
But carried in him a void
That was born
When he left her in his hometown.
She spent her life alone
As the abandoned bride,
And yet saw him in each leaf
Of their forest
And heard him in each gurgle
Of their river.
When time came for him to go
He asked for her,
Prayed to her to set him free,
She smiled, nodded,
And left with him.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

Discover

I want to leave it all behind,
The people, the problems,
And just go away
Into the blue sky.
Alone, with my breaths
And my heartbeats,
With eyes that water in the sunlight,
Just me,
Just me.
No destinations,
But when I get there,
I’ll discover myself.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

Being

It is raining.
And in a clich├ęd moment,
When everyone else
Is impatient,
Cowering from the rain,
As they turn to distractions,
Then you were standing there
In the middle of the downpour.
Smiling up at the clouds.
You seemed so in love
With every drop that fell on your skin.
You seemed so happy,
Wildly abandoning conventions
And just being.
I didn’t see your face,
I didn’t know who you were,
But that moment,
I fell in love.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)