The Separation

The truth burnt me

at the tip of my tongue

and small embers became alight

God knows, how much I tried

to keep the flames inside

but

it wasn't mean to be...

My conscience only served to feed the heat

that made my brow leak

from drops of my own deceit

and I cried like

never before

invisible tears

that shattered the floor

upon which I stood...

and like

the jagged throes of birth

my words

painful in their stride

surpassed the speed of light

and invaded your chest

ripping open the cage

that shielded your life

and

left you without breath

left your cardiac

arrested

without bail

as your beats failed

so did your trust in me...

and as I looked at the pieces

of our infarcted love

lying beneath

our broken dreams

I saw us

as we really were

separate beings

whose love was never meant

to be

but at one time

we were devout

so I didn't protest

as you screamed out

your baritone laced with defeat

I,

didn't protest hearing the door slam

with finality from beneath

I,

didn't protest

watching your back recede

into the shadows street

for I knew

the love we carried

was. not. meant. to. be.

and that nevermore,

the two would meet...

but sometimes I wonder...

what if I was wrong...

My Inspiration:  Old Poetry Archives #2014

 

© KohylahPiper 2017

#52 You Are Loved

courtesy sunshizzle

You are loved.

Many people don't believe this,

maybe because they never heard it

but I wager you've seen it in actions

you never took any notice of.

A smile in the morning,

a hot meal prepared in the evening,

a quick hug and peck on

the cheek...

the constant chatter

from your child

who wants you to

know every detail

about their day

just because

you matter..

You are loved.

Do you know this?

Just for a moment,

take time

to reflect on small actions

you take so easily for granted.

A short text

that asks

What's up with you today?

That person who sits by your side silently

even though you tell them to go away

That friend

who calls to talk

and when it’s your turn

really listens

because to them,

it’s important...

all that you have to say.

That someone who tries to explain

even though they really

don't have to

just to show that

it’s important for them to know

that you want to understand them too.

Spontaneous jokers

that leave you breathless

while laughing,

someone who leaves work

because you don't feel well

and brings those menthol drops

you hate

to help with that coughing...

You are loved.

Don't ever forget this.

When the afternoon shadows seem darker

and the air seems more chilled than usual.

You may not have heard

the words,

but somehow, in

someway you have felt love's touch.

Someone has shown you

You've just never noticed them;

or never even listened with your heart

that much

Love lightly knocks

on different doors

to all of which you hold the keys

but if you never use them

you'll never notice the

way love speaks...

So today;

just for this moment

think of the actions

you’ve been shown

and take notice

that

you are loved...

But do you love in return?

My Inspiration: What people take for granted.

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#7 What’s wrong with our love?

courtesy : BSK


What’s wrong with our love, loves?

It’s so short lived.

It starts out with a bright flame

only ending in ashes

so full of passion

yet wrought with destruction

streamlined with fears, and mistakes

that outlive good intentions,

we pledge ourselves before God and man

binded with spheres that promise

the unbroken;

indestructible

made of titanium and precious stones

whose kryptonite is revealed only as time unfolds

through damaging words, and absentee-isms

judgements that see clearly

out of lenses

condemned by impaired vision

of realities.

Misconstrued…

Arising from insecurities roots

weakening the vine

eventually dying

from its feed of unclarified assumptions,

fear of knowing and accepting truth.

From the inability to let go

and forgive.

.truly.

Not  just with words,

but with the heart, mind, and soul

.intensely.

Smiling yet hiding the secret belief that two

really can’t become

One.

Since we partake daily from the plate

that states

each man for himself is what makes us what we always wished

but could never be…

Strong.

We are unable to face the worst

after the better times disappear

till death do us part

is just the reason to pull the trigger

abusing with every method we’ve learnt

sometimes the worst, from each other

more than just a trigger finger

that blames…

but the prideful ego that never reflects

on one’s part played in the overall shame.

Every day we kill each other

long before our actual deaths

we forego exposing our vulnerabilities

it’s preferable to lay it all to rest.

Our short term will is what we bring

to power the long term haul

cherishing the fragrant rose bed

ignoring the inevitable blasphemy

that will fall

from our lips

when hands become bloodied

by the awaiting prick

that sullies our false ideas

of it not being a bed of roses

unless you clip the thorns…

Not realizing it’s the thorns evolution that

helped those roses to be born.

Becoming tired on a journey

momentarily disguised…as

different levels of one destination,

we say our piece

breaking the perceived lease of lives

temporary now…

through held breaths of frustration

then, free once more

we continue our disastrous course

in passions new

intoxicating desire

bringing old tricks to a new game

and in the end…still unlearned

.unfulfilled.

This too expires.

What’s wrong with our love, loves?

It’s so short lived.

It starts out as a bright flame,

only to end in ashes.

It doesn’t survive the lightest gale

of any type of affliction

God forbid it should withstand the tremors of lust

to prove its faithfulness to commitment;

but

so it is…and

our love

.fails.

Each time that it is tested

because our Cupid builds castles

placing value on location.

Skies,

where all our storms had nested.

Cupid, our dear cherub.

Classically. Blind.

Valuing skies…

airy and light,

not realizing the true worth

of our love

really lies invested

on the foundation where our castle is rested.

#SELAHSATURDAYS

 

 My Inspiration: Divorce
 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#4 Canonized Sonnet

I found you on a low hillside

under the moving shadows of a flamboyant’s wide branches.

You were writing poetry to the wind

and curious at your ramblings,

 it gazed upon your honesty  so long

eventually it adjusted its movement

to match your verses,

tattooing themselves through streaming rays

that as I came closer rested over my face

 in lines that illuminated pieces of me

that became my acquaintances for the very first time.

Perceiving you were no longer alone

you lifted your hands to quiet

the rhythmic notes of your voice,

sounds that captured legacies no pen could ever write

and suddenly I was afraid

that you’d refuse to let those verses move

the way they did

without my presence, carefully hid.

I was afraid

because

that was exactly the part

of your being I wanted you to share,

that part you left unmentioned

hanging between our mutual fears.

So I placed my hands over your palms,

hardly,

barely touching

and lowered them to the valley’s floor

with my own frail song.

I was alone for seconds that felt like forever

but then you lifted your voice once more

smiling,

then we wrote a song together.

Those canonized sonnets are still held by the wind

their depths  surrounded  by meadows

ever-blooming,

and when the flamboyant leaves fall softly

and its shadows fade away

the moment we captured there will always stand still,

echoing our first harmony with no end

in remembrance of  valley that found our spirits

a true lover and friend.

My Inspiration: The Flamboyant Tree
 

© KohylahPiper 2015