You have forgotten me.
I know this from the
Flaking of my fall-board
The loosening of my tendons.
I cannot recall the beating of my own heart.
But I remember you.
I can feel your bones on my bones,
Heavier than your feet on my toes.
Heavier than the draft you let in the open door.
Lady the wood panels are warped and
Every morning the dew waits on the sill
For the only things that come around anymore
But Lady, you are not the sunshine
And you are not the moonlight.
I have no more sonatas for you.
So, pull the door closed
So I can hear my own heart beat.
~JLE~
For Those Unobliged by DashingAmerican, literature
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For Those Unobliged
Opened up the door to a winter storm
Never felt ice like that
Never felt such empty
So, pop some sunshine to warm
the cool places, some rays
to brighten the dark
All the shadows are having foot races
and all the distance in between
is the finish line
Strings lost in the brass section
Soulful introvert stories deafened
behind the white noise
Might as well bee on Ganymede
Speaking derelict gibberish
for all the people that listen
Never learned the friendship of silence
Popping M&M's to expand like sponges
into the empty places
Never knew we were computers
until we were at the mercy
at someone's control
And I never knew we related
un
Leaving Small Towns by DashingAmerican, literature
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Leaving Small Towns
I know that I am only a two stop town
in a world full of cities
And that my heart is full of roadblocked
one way streets,
But I know how the sun feels in it's
love affair with Pluto. Longing,
Barely reaching the surface, but still reaching,
providing no warmth but still shining.
Baby, I know how the sun feels,
always seeing the bright sides
and never seeing the shadows.
And the sun knows that it's uncontrollable,
claiming burn victims as it fuels it's
affections. Destroying habitable
atmospheres and not being able to help it.
The thing about leaving small towns
is that everyone knows you left.
Everyone still remembers the tim
Baby there are so many words
I'd love to say, words that you'd
never hear without first hearing
my silence.
There are things I'd love to show you;
things you could already paint down
on canvas but never through
my eyes.
There was one night when you were
floating off to bliss and I was trapped
in the irony that you'd painted my toes
blood red.
It never got lost on me that
I gave you the key to the city
for burning down
city hall.
I know you have more flight than
a gander of geese and I have
more foundation than the
capitol city
and mostly I know that I'm just
the small town you couldn't wait
to leave, regardless of the li
I wonder if people consider Earth a woman because she's so good
at being built on, walked on, taken advantage of
And I wonder if people consider Time a man because he's so good
at healing, at taking, at never giving a seconds thought.
I know that sometimes it rains when your rivers are already full
Rushing your riverbeds away, water never means to undermine you.
Water is just looking for a place to go, a current to follow, a cave to fill;
But wouldn't you rather be over-saturated than dry and cracked dehydrated?
Wouldn't you rather be the sustenance instead of being pawed, exfoliated
by a desperate wildebeest? But we are not nature depicte
The first time I saw your shoulder,
peeking like a Muslim under her hijab,
I looked away, like I had never seen
a shoulder before, like I had never
wondered what secrets my lips would
find in the pockets of your collarbone.
The first time I saw your bellybutton,
I knew it'd be the most of you I'd ever see.
I knew you'd be chalked up as a loss,
like everyone's first kiss, like every
adult's young aspirations.
And though I never saw the parts of you,
hidden precariously under single layers,
I still saw you, more guarded than your
body's secrets, dipping your toes,
chipped green polish, into the trust
of another man.
Overwhelmed, I say, "I
Undressing Anne Frank by DashingAmerican, literature
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Undressing Anne Frank
There I was, as imposing as a tree,
shawls cantering to the floor,
pages attempting flight,
escorting her,
like gravity escorts a chestnut,
to her new life, her new clothes.
Later in life I'll be asked if I feel shame
for giving the world a story nobody would know.
No, I only felt shame when I opened her up
searching for any presence of me and,
evidence lacking, left her jacket-less
on the floor.
I wonder if when she died, starving,
she still believed people are inherently good.
~JLE~
If loving another person is seeing
the face of God
then God has big round eyes.
Eyes that give reason
for the weeping of willows.
Eyes that sap strength
from the courageous men.
The face of God must have
round cheeks
where tears must cascade like
rivers down a mountain
where the desires of men are
born to die.
And the face of God has
soft lips.
Lips that give the
breath of life
and lips that take
breath away.
~JLE~
Hurt doesn't flow like ink.
It lays like bricks to a wall.
So brick by brick I lie my problems
like sinners always lie to God.
After the fleeting moment you spend
fording the sorrow of what was
or could be you realize all that's
left is your new prison and the warden.
And the warden is less friendly than I.
And you know, they always told me
that the walls you build to keep out
the sadness also keeps out the joy
And if you're lucky and found
worthy love will take pity.
And one night as you sleep in despair
She will come to you like Dorothy's
tornado and rattle your foundation.
~JLE~
My fears lack physicality.
Even lack pain.
In a sense.
Alzheimer's:
A hammer pounding on a sponge
as fluid flows from it like
responsibility from a teenage body.
Cancer:
Cancer, murderer of grandfathers.
Patriarchs to different worlds.
One, a servant to God who spent his life
on a wooden pew and bent knee and was
thanked for his time with a
cancer ridden body.
The other, a Vietnam vet who knew
things he never shared; things he
hid in the bottle. Things he hid
in the bottle for 68 years.
Loneliness:
The spitter spatter of the heart
when you see the person you love
with eyes full of longing and passion
looking at some
I have never displayed the
fantastical brilliance of a
burning out comet.
Nor the beautiful inconsistency
of a waning moon in
the midnight sky.
I am merely a planet in
the expanding universe.
~JLE~
I don't have a heart of gold
or any gold at all. Just the
tarnished brass of instruments.
But somewhere between the loss of words
and taking the wrong right steps
things started clicking.
Sometimes the bricks of our walls
fall apart so we can build homes.
I want the steeples of our churches
to mingle like the congregation
during the fellowship.
But to say we were "meant to be"
I'd have to believe in "meant to be's."
We're just meant to try's.
~JLE~
If love is really forever
then how many people know
what love is?
In fact, how many people know
what forever is?
So, I pray to a god
that lives above the sky
for the answers, I don't know why.
I've never heard him say a word
but maybe it's not something to be heard.
But love is not like math
because 1+1 can never equal five
and five is the number I cherish.
Five tiny mouths to feed.
Five pairs of grasping hands.
Five growing minds to mold.
Five heads to keep groomed.
Five college funds to fund.
So, love must last forever.
Why else would anyone
go through such hell?
~JLE~
I had aspirations
like every other ignorant high schooler
that had no idea what the world was.
I
knew better than most.
I lived with parents
that used the word hate more than love.
Never to me, but to one another
like the words were the same,
like hate is the word that created
my sister.
Perhaps, though, they are the same.
You can't have one without the other.
I aspired to love.
Love a girl as white as snow.
She taught me things I'll never know.
She
loved me more than most.
'Til I was an inconvenience.
Hate is just love that needs a shove.
~JLE~
Volcanoes erupt.
Isn't that how it always goes?
The crackle and sizzle
as oil and teriyaki boil over
the foul yellow onion.
You giggle.
Between the tip tap of your fingers
on a keyboard something makes you smile.
"Don't you like sake?" asks the chef.
"Oh, I do, but one's never enough."
You throw me a sideways glance.
Fleeting, like my thoughts as I lay
to sleep. Fleeting, like my thoughts
of relationship. Thoughts that are
my own.
Silent drive home.
Silent nights sleep.
~JLE~
My fears lack physicality.
Even lack pain,
In a sense.
Alzheimers:
a common form of dementia of unknown cause usually beginning in late middle age, characterized by memory lapses, confusion, emotional instability, and progressive loss of mental ability.
A hammer pounding on a sponge as fluid flows from it like responsibility from a teenage body.
Cancer:
a malignant and evasive growth or tumor, especially originating in epithelium, tending to recur after excision and to metastasize to other sites.
Cancer, murderer of grandfathers. Patriarchs to different worlds. One, a servant to God who spent his life on a wooden pew and bent knee and
If love is really forever
then how many people know
what love is?
In fact, how many people know
what forever is?
So, I pray to a god
that lives above the sky
for the answers, I don't know why.
I've never heard him say a word
but maybe it's not something to be heard.
But love is not like math
because 1+1 can never equal five
and five is the number I cherish.
Five tiny mouths to feed.
Five pairs of grasping hands.
Five growing minds to mold.
Five heads to keep groomed.
Five college funds to fund.
So, love must last forever.
Why else would anyone
go through such hell?
~JLE~