Misplaced Missive #29: Memories

Thinking back to days that have passed,
I wish I could remember:

The mornings that seemed to last forever
The afternoons when anything was possible
And the nights with more star than dark

The scent of the breeze
The shade from palm trees
The warm ocean waves

Doing as we pleased

The people I met
The way time was spent
The feel of the wind, the sun, the sea

I wish to rewind, relive it one more time.
But will going back shatter the memory?

I wish they could last an eternity,
But they continue to escape me,
Fading away as I grow older,
Turning swiftly into a hint of a story
With details forgotten and faces blurry.

Jessie Gutierrez

Misplaced Missive #171: Ignorance

171. Ignorance

Fallen from grace,
Lost faith,
Unforgiveable ignorance,
And inconvenient knowledge.

I can no longer think of either of us,
The same as when you had my trust,
	 as when I had my respect.
At times, I only wish to eject,
You wholly from my life.
Go back to before, to focus only on the holy,
	to before, when God was who I prayed to,
				who I expected to:
Save a wretch like me. 
				who I always wanted: 
To believe.

But you, like Him, seem present only on a whim.
I'm through with absent heroes and,
Misplaced worship of what's on the surface.
I miss when the words I heard from you
Carried more than just their own weight.
I can no longer stay up late to debate
Your strength and my weakness.

I can't forgive all you don't know.
Because when I needed to confess
Was an inconvenience. 
My life may be a mess.
But I no longer want either of your help
To clean it up. 

Fallen from grace,
Lost faith,
Unforgiveable ignorance,
And inconvenient knowledge.

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Super Old Poetry Post!

Once again, I have written no new poetry for this week XD I cannot multitask to save my life. So here’s an old poem I forgot I had written:

 Between Two

She’s got 2 boys, she wishes were 1 man –
One gives attention and care; always overeager to be ‘there’,
The shoulder to cry on, the lending, helping hand.
And the other?
He’s the blockade behind which she stands,
Useless but familiar; at least he’s a known burden. Continue reading “Super Old Poetry Post!”

Moonlit Musing – Homesickness

Maryland

I’m scared to see you
My forsaken muse, My forgotten disease,
The words you once pulled from me
With such tainted ease,
Have been traded for these medicated
New views of what I should adhere to,
And who it is I should listen to,
And hunting for a new way to get by. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Homesickness”