Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Poetry: I Dislike Missing You



I spend my time missing you,

More than I have ever had you.

I wallow in a construction of the truth,

Where life is the wall that splits us in two.


Our time pieces together like a mosaic,

From abandoned parts of ourselves.

Moments that have become too erratic, 

Peddler of dreams we can no longer sell. 


My days are spent wading adrift,

Currency exchange for just one kiss.

A role that I play to simply exist,

I patiently wait for a time to live.



~Ivory


THE O COLLECTION


Poetry: Courtroom

Your case yearns this verdict,

Let me touch your burden of proof.

Show your exculpatory evidence,

It’s justice in your courtroom.


I love hearing your plea’s,

During my oral arguments.

Disclose to me your felony,

While I taste your indictment.


Remove those articles,

I want to admire your jurisdiction.

Remand your collateral,

On my subpoenas injunction.


I lay claim to your appeal,

Enjoy motions from your counsel.

Admissive and concealed 

I make love to your acquittal.



~Ebony


THE O COLLECTION

Poetry: Drifting

  

I lift my hands from the wheel,

Calculated risk of random resignation.

Tight, smooth leather, pulled over steel,

Left on its own in search of a destination.

Adrift I wander from left to right,

To live I risk losing myself.

Running into everything called life,

I realize that I want nothing else.


Reclined I adjust my headrest,

I don’t mind the hum of the unknown.

This vehicle seems to run on stress,

That struggle to call someone ‘home’.


My life lacks alignment,

My transmission seems to be slipping.

I don’t know where I went.

All I know is that this is not living.


My surroundings are driven by traffic,

I was a young man when I sat in this car.

My direction now seems a bit pragmatic,

Maybe I’m an old man driven too far.


~Ivory


THE O COLLECTION




Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Poetry: I’m Sorry

 


I’m sorry you’re not enough,

Tipping scales of the unfair.

‘Look honey this is love’,

Tattered dreams worn and frail.


I’m sorry you’re so imperfect,

Blind standards of what we deserve.

I speak only in muddled curses,

Possession, my only concern.


I’m sorry you’re always wrong,

Conflict is our sweetest ballad.

Failure has become our only song,

An ode to this love of sadness.


I am sorry if I am mean,

This is all that is left of me.

From the outside looking in I can’t see.

Veil that adorns my apology.


~Ebony


THE O COLLECTION


Poetry: Wanted



I find jealousy when I think of nature.

Trees will never settle for sunlight.

Rain can never feel neglected be grass.

Pollen will never know what it is to disappoint bees.


To feel sought after for what you are, not what you could be.

To feel a draw because it equates to life.

To be wanted so terribly that nothing else matters, 

When being apart is incomplete.


To feel what nature has so perfectly,

A relation that happens naturally,

When any part of that is something,

And that smallest anything is everything.


A daydream that melts away to a feeling,

To not know what exactly is missing.

Yet know enough to label it ‘something’, 

Is my existence with the world around me. 



~Ivory 



THE O COLLECTION








Thursday, November 4, 2021

Poetry: Frozen Moment

 

Silence is loud with anticipation,
A slow bated sway of synchrony.
Lost in the ‘now’ of this invitation,
I hear the tuning of our symphony.

Your gaze whispers my name,

A glance up at such sweet energy. 

Risk of never again being the same,

I hum to your kinetic melody.


Embrace of a moment frozen in time,

A sip from a cup never empty.

A precious gem of the rarest find,

Engulfed in a flame reserved for me.


        ~Ebony




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