Remember that vibrant, beautiful yellow rose?
That you gave to me on our first date.
Before it lost all its beauty,
...
I don't watch babies be given needles.
I look away when I see roadkill.
I don't slow down to stare at dead bodies in lethal car accidents.
I skip the torture scenes in movies.
...
Dying must be the easy part?
Not as hard as it seems.
It's living with a broken heart
Missing you,
...
Put away all your weapons and war.
No more fighting, tears or sorrow.
When you walk through the streets,
there will be no need to cower or scurry.
...
One day you will lose someone to death,
They will lay in front of you,
all their life gone.
Their eyes open but not seeing.
...
Biting winter walk
The wind turns my skin crimson
Reminding of you
...
The couple given:
pots, pans, a tea set, a quilt,
a doll for the bride.
...
There was once a poet whose name was Tad.
Whose wife was a poet named Astrad.
When they had a baby,
after scads of maybes.
...
There hasn't been a year,
a month,
a week,
that my heart hasn't missed you.
...
As I rode through the streets,
the buildings fell dark. The bridges,
streets, freeways became clogged with vehicles.
Impassable except to foot or bike traffic.
...
I wish: we were all 13yrs old
and on a hot summer night
I'd sneak out to go
ride bikes with you.
...
Like in those stories
vampires love the dark and quiet of night. when everyone else is asleep. but the vampire didn't suck my blood, not blood. the vampire did bite. he left his vampire tooth marks on me that i was supposed to be good and keep covered up. but teacher saw the vampire tooth marks when i was jumping rope with my best friend Billy at lunch. my shirt untucked from my jeans. teacher told mother. mother told teacher little sister Molly had done this tooth marks. Molly was just a baby though with baby teeth not vampire teeth. teacher looked at mother the way she did at my friend Billy when he lied and said it wasn't him that ate the candies she kept in her desk. when we got home, mother made my ears ring and my nose bleed when I told her that the vampire that comes at night did these tooth marks, not my baby sister Molly with her six baby teeth.i didn't talk to mother about what the vampire does at night anymore after that and mother didn't ask.
unlike in the movies, vampires don't come in through the windows or hide in alleys waiting for people to walk by. they have keys to houses that they let the mothers and the kids live in. that is how they get in at night. and they like the curtains closed and doors locked when they get inside. but don't try to lock a vampire out of the house or your room they get real mad at that.and locks on inside of bedroom doors aren't allowed by vampires. they don't like to be told no. i heard my friend Billy tell the vampire no, when mother said he was allowed a sleep over. first time i had a friend sleep over. we were playing in the barn that night he said no. Billy didn't believe me vampires exist.he laughed at me. but Billy found out they exist. Billy didn't want to be alone with the vampire but I whispered to him before i left the barn you don't say no to a vampire. Billy did, he screamed it at the vampire. 'no, no, no, No! ' and then my friend Billy he fell from the hay loft and never woke up. An accident my mother and the vampire said. and i never asked to have a sleep over again.
...
Before: my Uncle, Dr. Stephen Lowe was murdered
in a home invasion in Prince George, B.C.
by a teenage neighbour,
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I mostly like to write free verse poems. Non fiction and fictional poems. I live in Canada. Poetry is a passion of mine. I hope my poems help the readers in some way with some thing that happened to them, that they have been through in life or just have felt the same way. A poet that I currently can't get enough of is Charles Bukowski. A big fan. If he was alive I'd be very much annoying him. :) Tara. Tara.)
Anymore.
We didn't know each other,
then
we knew each other's names
and numbers.
We learned how we each took our coffee.
Me, two sugars and milk.
You, tea but you told me black coffee for the first two weeks because you thought your drinking black coffee was more impressive.
We learned each other.
Each other's needs and history. Early bird, late owl.
You hated all my favourite food.
I loved all the food you hated.
We disliked each other's mothers.
But you liked your mother
and I liked my mother.
We learned each other's bodies,
like they were our bodies.
We learned each other's secret looks from across a room.
The
'I want to leave! '
'Save me from this person'
'That was weird? ! '
'Stop talking! '
'I'm not feeling well.'
'This is boring.'
'Stop flirting'
'I'm going to **** you as soon as we get home'
and all the 'I love you.'
secret looks.
We knew each other.
And sometimes we fought with each other.
We knew each other's lines
and just how far to push them.
Until
We started crossing the lines.
I started cooking only my favourite food.
You stopped giving me secret looks.
We started fighting about your mother
and my mother.
And we stopped ****ing when we got home.
We went out for coffee I ordered you a tea.
You stopped drinking tea you said.
When?
I saw you out the other day.
I hardly recognized you.
It's been that many years.
And
I realized,
we don't know each other,
anymore.
Tara Schley