Play with fire,
Make them burn,
Make them know the phrase "to yearn."
Play with ice,
Freeze them out,
Make them wish that you would shout.
Play with fire. Play with ice.
Don't play nice
Tag: Poetry
Missed Connections
no battle’s plan survives first contact with the enemy.
the set up is perfect, the line was drawn
delivered perfect (enticing, full of promise)
yet the implication seemed to slide
beyond your notice.
hindsight is 20/20, in retrospect I look back
seeing where you attempted to snare me within a web
and in my stubborness (or plain stupidity)
the words whooshed in a faint breeze
right over my head.
perhaps the lesson is that we are imperfect for each other.
but I think I will always feel
that it could have been…
ineffably sublime.
For Me (sonnet breaking syllable rule)
I found a place to simply be
And selfishly made time for me
Within the realm of Quietly
Allowed my soul to wander free
Therein I found a sense of self
Between the tomes upon the shelf
In understanding what I felt
Finally learning how to melt
Allow the new day to pour through
And flush away all shades of blue
To none other I owe no due
And to oneself I must be true
From now my heart sings this one song
To no one else do I belong
“that would have been a completely different life”
that a small change in the past creates possibilities.
a million tiny fractaling what if’s
the shape of which may have formed something
with all the same meaning and depth
but a completely different shape
my life has always been a meandering line
and when I found the shape of my desires
I realized I had grown to unfit it
We cannot unmake ourselves…
but we can still mold the future.
after all, a small change creates possibilities
a million tiny fractaling what if’s
the shape of which can form something.
sonnet – transience
What does it mean to begin and to end?
To ken the truth behind finality?
Perhaps to know is to better amend
and allow oneself certain clarity.
We measure our lives in the breadth of day
and from the drawing of first and last breath.
Or measure in moments near and away,
or within happiness, sadness, and wrath.
Regardless, time flows onward like a stream,
into the future, creating a past.
Remember that this will seem like a dream
and that nothing good or bad ever lasts.
Value the moment for what it can be.
Or plow through hardship and someday be free.
mehryment 