Might I compare you to a mobile phone?

You please the eye much more than any skin.

Swift fashion's end will seek to switch my tone,

Just as I've learned to love the trend I'm in.

Auto-correct quickly creates a fool.

Given my words, it will not learn your name.

Once useful features turn against the tool;

When texting, profound words of love read lame.

Yet your unique style cannot be replaced.

Though you may change, beauty still reins your heart.

No slave to fashion, trends set, not embraced,

You will forever be the height of art.

While blood keeps pace with electricity,

More precious than the iPhone you will be.

Shall I rival you to the moon?

You are more alluring and more sober: clashing tides arouse the placid shore,

And this orb of night doesn't last long enough.

Once in a blue moon the cimmerian shade is too numbing, and it's shivery embrace is thawed, by moonshine.

All dark things eventually become less magical, either by earthbound experiences or by nirvana.

But your deathless alchemy, won't melt away, or wane.

As you will, reverie on, in my everlasting poetry.

As long as there are people still alive to read poems, this sonnet will emit light and you will flicker in it.

Dude, I seriously just noticed that you’re totally like summer! You’re even hotter than the hotties I see at the beach, and I’m definitely stoked on you. All of these other guys suck, but you are the dude for me—way more interesting than anyone I’ve ever met. Your bros aren’t that great, but the fact that you’re so rad literally makes me not care anymore. Sometimes I worry that other chicks are going to take you away from me, because you are just soooooooo attractive or that you won’t be cool anymore and instead boooooring, but like, it’s NOT that big of a deal. I’m seriously so in love with you, like if you don’t believe me, I don’t know who will. Like, you know, you might change and that’s totally fine, but remember, the love we have for each other in our hearts, it’s never going to ever die…like ever! Plus, who wouldn’t want to date me, I’m fab—no, I’m perf. Like if you reject me right now, no one will even know who you are and if you want everyone to say, “Whoa, look who that dude’s dating?” then you have to accept me, riiiiiiiiiiiight? I know you’re cool and all, like I said, very rad, but if you don’t date me, then it’s just going to like fade away and that is not cool. You seem like a chill, dude, who knows what’s going on, so I’ll leave it at that. We should like date and y’know, be one together like all the cool couples and definitely become the next, I don’t know Brangelina. If that doesn’t sound like a good offer, then you, my dude, are missing out. 

Want me to tell you what you want to hear?

Pretty and witty and shitty and stuff;

Hot air makes me want to puncture my ear.

Sorry I'm honest; life's not short enough: 

Little red dresses you wear turn me on;

Sweatpants and baggy shirts--yeah, not so much.

Its hard to miss you when you're never gone,

Droning on always 'bout nonsense and such:

Don't think that I don't want you by my side,

You're good enough to keep me up at night;

Better than just my hand to be my guide;

Etched in my memory--turn out the light:

Long as you're silent you'll always be here,

Here in my fantasy you'll live, my dear.

#ProseChallenge  #getlit  #itslit

I weighed the options.

Consciously chose the way I did.

Some would argue,

I chose not to use my head.

But if we're going to be honest,

I knew before getting in that bed.

We laughed and smiled.

Things seemed too perfect.

Life was perfectly dialed.

Pull back the curtains.

Watch the flames.

Nothing was the same.

I packed my bags.

Fought through the tears.

Did my best to calm all those fears,

That belonged to the innocent.

This is what I wanted.

Running from the pain,

That continuously haunted.

We played house.

Stuck in the fantasy.

The guilt hasn't hit yet.

But theres hearts that bleed.

And in my head,

It's the shackles in which I've broken free.

But what cost,

Comes with my evil deeds?

Where did you go?

Everything you said,

Has me questioning everything I know.

I've got this empty house.

I've got nothing to show.

We wonder what could have been.

Yet that's as far as we go.

You made your life with him.

I held onto hope.

Hoped you'd change your mind.

Furiously questioned,

How you could be so blind.

Selfishly begged for you to be mine.

I held onto hope.

I'm home now.

Still holding onto hope.

But the laughter is gone.

Two worlds torn apart.

Four bleeding and wounded hearts.

Anger replaced love.

Resentment, not prayers,

Were directed up above.

I built these walls.

Stacked on the foundation of my prison.

Never did I heed any warning.

Choosing not to listen.

I've gained nothing.

But there's so much now that I'm missing.

It's been awhile.

I took some time for myself.

Painfully dusted off the things,

I've left neglected on the shelf.

There were so many things I wanted to say,

But had no one around to tell!

I took the advice,

Looked myself in the mirror.

But it left me empty,

And nothing came close to being clear!

They say this is all trial by error.

But these days that sort of optimism is rare.

My dad always says, "Son, keep your faith."

When death comes knocking,

Politely extend your hand,

And smile in his face.

When you forget all about the fear,

You become immune to life's trivial rat race.

We take it a day at a time.

Breath deep and say the words,

"Things will be fine."

But I've become numb by way of self medication.

Self prescribed with a different pretty distraction.

Asking them to leave before the end of the night.

Constantly hovering in the grey of what's right.

My dad always said, "Son, you got to stop digging your own grave."

Prayers go unnoticed, unappreciated,

In hopes that this defiant soul can be saved!

But don't get your hopes up!

Because I'm just not sure what you'll find,

Once you start peeling the rocks back from the mouth of that cave!

But It's been a while!

God damn it's been a while!

I took the time I needed,

To run from myself!

In hopes of surviving,

To escape my own hell!

I don't know if it'll get better,

But I hope it's something,

That in the end I can weather!

So keep the faith in me!

Have your fucking doubts!

Just keep the faith in me!

Until now I'd lost all hope.

Giving up on the idea of a deep-rooted connection.

To find a heart to be the object of my affection.

I accepted that I'd remain alone to cope.

So I constructed my wall to never fall.

I would ride out the storm in seclusion.

But this feat was by no means small.

There is no denying my soul called out.

To find someone to make me feel again.

I buried these demands behind my own self doubt.

To open up and be vulnerable again?

To allow my heart to free fall,

Into the hands of someone worthy to catch it?

To never know when?

No.

I'd lost all hope.

*****

So I sat and stared.

Stared into nothing.

Sitting in a house I didn't own.

Fading in and out of consciousness.

The alcohol numbing my pain.

I speak to my demons in their native tongue.

They convince me to cross the line.

Maybe I've done enough good in life,

To look into the eyes of our maker.

To kneel before His golden throne.

So I took my first step onto the ledge.

Staring down into the abyss,

I knew there was no one left to save me.

*****

There were no signs.

There was no cue.

There she stood.

She had slammed into my life.

Like a meteor,

Escorted by trails of smoke and flames.

Plummeting from the heavens,

She burnt through my soul,

In brilliant flames of white, blue, and gold.

She destroyed the walls I built up.

And I willingly relinquished any and all control.

And I fell hard.

In my world of dark she stood out.

Encased in the light of her beauty.

Radiant. Pure. Calming.

Resurrecting a familiarity within.

But we had no past.

Yet our hearts spoke to one another like old friends.

As if there was a bond they've always known.

*****

She had caught me.

And I landed in the arms of the one who awoke me.

The one who allowed my wounds to close and scar.

The love I have for her runs deep within my veins.

So yes,

Until now I'd lost all hope.

But because of her,

The little hope I have still remains.