Fools Fall In Love

Write a poem about experiencing heart break whether you caused it or they did.
It could be about you or them cheating, a misunderstanding gone wrong or anything that caused a break up
- must be one entry only
- has to be a true story
- has to be serious since it is about heart break

Entry
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hate to love her
 
I was pissed and she was pissed off
Neither of us gave a shit what the other was feeling
It was more important to be right  
 
We'll just talk, is what she said  
Fuck that  
 
Soon as I saw her walk in
in a skirt  
I knew where the conversation was going to start  
and end  
 
I pushed her towards the couch  
from behind  
She tried to turn around
Too late
 
Her skirt was hiked to her waist
Panties to her knees  
I kneeled to kiss her round full ass  
Buried my mouth over her swollen lips
She mocked protest  
 
I could hear her staccato panting, You asshole
 
Then when my tongue slipped inside her and over her tip,
Oh Papi  
 
melting  
 
But I wouldn't let her finish
Grabbed her by her hair  
And reined her in face first  
to my throbbing indignation  
I wanted her to choke on it  
Strangle her very thoughts of isolating me  
to a forgotten chamber  
 
She hated to love this feeling
But loved to hate orchestrated routine
 
She gagged with tears but I kept thrusting
Barely letting her breathe
Her hair, a prize fighter's tape wrapped round my hand
commanding her motion  
 
With the other I spanked her
Releasing muted screams
Strawberries trapped in caramel, the varnish of her skin  
 
She hated to love
But loved to hate  
 
I fingered the channel my tongue had glided upon
It was an arroyo now
And she was biting my inner thigh  
 
I jerked her head hard
Tearing my own flesh  
 
I need to bathe in her waters
Fuck bathe  
Drown me
I want to suffocate  
 
She's straddling my portals of comprehension
Deconstructing gravity for evaporation of my membrane  
My arms coiled and locked over thighs
to choke me with the source of those waters
I'm kicking violently  
Damn near pass out  
 
because I love to hate
And hate to love  

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Broken

on her knees on the kitchen floor
picking up the broken shards
of glass and ceramics
reminded her of the rice
on the church floor

her fingers cut and bleeding
blood sacrifice on her wedding ring
made her think of the vow
at the pristine altar of God
did she say 'I do'

ten years of bending
picking up after him
the house master, husband
slave driver and jailkeeper
did she die and went to hell

she left before he woke
riding the greyhound
invigorating chilly air
a hundred miles away
she felt the warm sun
on her shoulders.

Poetryman said:I don't think I have ever complained about a comp entry before, but what the fuck does that have to do with love or heartbreak? And I think the rules said something about being a true story and to be serious. I know I've never said this about a poem before because I firmly believe in respecting the art of others, but get that garbage out of here!
JJ

I'll reply to this not as a moderator but simply poet to poet ...

There were no rules as to how to interpret the theme of the competition ...

Love and the heartache that sometimes follows is not all wine - roses and tears ...

Sometimes it's hard - ugly - ragging and yet still simmering with passion ...

Our host wanted true and honest - as it happened - and that's what I presented ...

If she has a problem with the piece then she'll make her decision accordingly

If you have a problem with the piece then as my ol' southern minister grandfather would say, "If you can't say something nice then ..."

As I would say, "Shut the fuck up ... And mind your business!" (That's the heartache talking) ...

Again that's the poet talking ... Don't get all pissy and say I shouldn't talk like that as a mod - lol  

the day has been stressed my mind has been worn
walking to see no light on with her anger storming
no words but silence was roars to my ears

a look so a fire it could burn the sun
a voice so disturbed  as it was clear
she speaks but no words appeared

as those eye blink and a lone tear falls
i fall to my knees a failure to call
she searched on image and all appear

email after email let me explain dear
some was personal other just saved
she couldnt believe the secret i shared

no time but the present i must confess
i did it out of anger and i had no regrets
my mind im yelling but quiet it set

she rants and blames with every
thing in between still i set quiet
she fizzed out like a wet firework

her anger was done and all forgotten
she doesnt know but it hurts me today
she messed up my trust that day

snooping and looking just to do so
we were better then this at less i thought
so her just sitting i keep it in mind

ill never leave my things out even to the blind
we are ok now but still we lack the feel
i hope one day she will let me be me

but if all else fails i will continue my race
and keep this sharp smile and laugh
in her grace

but turn to me i cant bare it .
she cant see me and i know it

From My Heart to Yours

Deal with my heart aggressively I don’t like the way it’s beating
A thud of thunder, a bolt of strength is what they are perceiving
But residue lies deep not observed by human eyes
A trail of pain, a trail of hurt, a trail of tears I’ve cried
I voice how I’m feeling but not for them to hear
I’ve been let down way too many times by people I hold dear
And when the aching rises up in me it becomes overbearing
So I try and shift my expressions to keep them all from starring
But my face is stuck like stone in an immovable frown
In spite of the environment of happiness around
At that moment I would rather cease to exist
Then to visibly disintegrate from being in your mist
Call me sad, dramatic, call me emotional and weak
My heart’s endured way more then the careless words you speak
Even after being trampled by pools of lies and deceit
Amazingly it still finds enough bravery to beat
Though unfortunately it’s not as warm as it used to be
It’s going cold as the pavement upon wintery streets
If I ever got the courage, I would say a little louder
You awakened love in me too soon and for that you’re a coward!

The Sea, and I

The birds ate their fill at the feeders and the first
plink-plops of rain spilled from the tear ducts
of Heaven.

Even the skies shall weep for me, and how
I, alone, stood on the beach,
watching
the waters mix and flow.

I dreamed of this place, then I found it
for real, led by that which is unseen; I felt
alive for a moment, for here
is where I must let go--

Millions of sundrops pecked at the sea surface, each one grabbing
hold of all that I cast off, carrying
away from me, that of the former and
that which does not work anymore.

I did not see your face there, because
it was not I that left
like a ghost.

You are still in me.

The oceans will not have you by
my hand, and when the song plays
for you:
"Michael, row your boat ashore.."
I will still walk the beach, scanning
the horizons for your sails.

I can pour out the contents of my soul and heart, until
there is nothing left except
the places that you touched.

But for now, it is
the Sea and I.

The Streets

I was thrown to the streets        
for being a momma        
at the age of fifteen.        
       
Not street wise by any means        
over protected        
by parents who thought this was wisdom.        
       
The first year I moved twenty five times        
it was always the same        
house slave or some man's play thing.        
       
Staying in homeless shelters        
I met people long on the streets        
I was intrigued.        
       
For the first time free        
from the wrath of my father        
I wanted to get lost in the land of the forgotten.        
       
Smoking pcp was my first intoduction        
to the bliss of the numb        
I could finally forget the shame        
my parents said I had become.        
       
Sleeping all day        
running the streets at night        
cruising with the cholos and cholas, I was having fun        
I finally had a family that accepted me        
getting high and fucking who ever I chose indiscrimantely.        
       
The pain that stuck        
no one wanted to stay around for long        
they were young and didn't need a girl with a baby        
that's when I first met Jimmy        
still reeling from the pain        
I felt at the rejection of my family.        
       
He talked of soulmates and mojo        
A Native American        
I loved him from day one.        
       
He introduced me to banana splits and heroin        
in his arms I finally felt peace        
he was a warrior, street wise        
he kept the wolves from me.        
       
He taught me the art of short changing        
buying fast food        
and then saying they gave him the wrong change        
the food would pile up        
Jimmy would pull over and feed the homeless.        
       
We lived from motel to motel        
ripping and running        
soon Jimmy and I had started doing burglaries        
to feed our hungry habit        
after awhile the cops were looking for us        
we had become notorious.        
       
At the end of the day        
we would slam our dope        
knowing our time was growing short.        
       
When the detectives caught up with us        
Jimmy took all the blame        
and was put on the news for being infamous.        
       
Thirteen years was his sentence        
he's still in prison to this day        
he keeps getting new beefs        
because he is a fighter        
and never does what the cops say.        
       
I owe him my freedom for taking the blame        
i'm clean now, while Jimmy remains in chains        
I wish for him to get out some day        
and be free from prison and drugs    
I owe him my life though he intoduced me to heroin    
he kept me alive when I just wanted to die.

That was a beautiful piece...I could feel every word you wrote

Nothing Left

She was sent to punish me
She did her job quite well
She had no other motivation
As far as I can tell
She was sent to maim me
The scars she left run deep
Though she gave me fleeting joys
That I could never keep
She brought me swift destruction
Calamity and woe
And such bittersweet memories
I never could let go
She left me there to suffer
A slow and painful death
As sorrow ate away at me
Till there was nothing left

RareBlueRose89 said:That was a beautiful piece...I could feel every word you wrote

thank you so much with love Crimsin

How to love

Watching all my life the kind of men I know I don't want to be with I find myself following in her foot steps.
Settling for less than I deserve. Getting pregnant by a boy who thinks he is a man.

Walking around trying to keep my head held high, all I can do is cry what kind of mom will I be no man around to help me. I will have to play both rolls, all so I can show them what I can do.

Along comes a man a true dream come true, his good intentions will never do. The scares run to deep, broken down is all I know how to be.
He tries so hard to fix all the shattered pieces. Being a man, the man I  had always dreamed of.

He tries so hard to give me the moon, with all the stars. Another baby is all I want. The American dream he tries to give to me, a proposal that was never meant to be. Who was I to think I could pull it off!

The house, the kids, and the job. Perfection was something I was never meant to have. Nine years I tried so hard to be the perfect person he deserved to have. The past catches up bringing with it a check of reality.

How can someone learn to love if they have never known love. Walking away from everything I ever had. Starting over from scratch. Broken down, added scares, I tried to warn him to stay away. I tried to spare him from the pain.

How to love I will never know, how to be happy it's all a show. What kind of roll model can I be for the two little girls who call me mommy? I don't want them to follow in my foot steps, I want for them to know true happiness.

How to love will remain a mystery for now on I will live in misery. I will continue to fake that smile, I will continue to push forward. Trying to forget a past that will forever haunt me.

consort of ashes ~

you paint orchids
beneath
my eyes
& tap tears
from
their quivering mouths ~
... i w[h]et
your savagery
with
severed fingers
pressed to
featureless faces
trying in vain
to
fill my veins
with intangibles
that pass by
mismatched hands ...
*
we carved
numerals on
copper coin sundials
& watched
days pass
like mirages rising
from their warmth ~
... you were
rowan [&] ash
set to flame
where
they stood
rooted in
my marrow
to leave me
a waste land of
[empty]
embers ...
*
& I burned,
daddy
before you
licked your fingers
to
snuff the light
in my eyes ~
... just another
elemental nothing
waiting for
fleeting breaths from
your steel
& clover lips
just another
consort for
a con artist
perfecting his skills...
//