Category: Poetry

Downtown Train

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Downtown Train
For hours I have anticipated catching you
Looking up departure times online
I find myself drifting with the hopes of where you will take me
I know our ride always ends quick
Far too fast for me to savor the movements we partake of
Stop after stop flies by like a blur
Leaving imprints behind
Your doors shut abruptly over and over
As if you were a scorned lover
Light and dark track your shadows constantly
In and out of tunnels we go
Bridges we cross and wave goodbye
I don’t dare drown you out with earphones filled with music
The roaring of your motions plays like a melody in my ears
How perfect this affair we carry
Where screeching and passionate collide
You bring me to my stop with furious precision
Cold like you slam shut the doors to your warmth inside
And time after time I find myself standing out in the cold
Surprised to feel sad and satisfied at the same time
I watch you run from me
To the next destination
How you remind me of my past lovers
My downtown train…

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I Pray For You

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I pray for you, I do
As I let you go
For these chains built around my wrists squeezed so hard that it became veins
The ones that pumped life into its dysfunction
To the point of consumption
I gasped for air when I pulled you off
Umbilical like you clung for life
And I fed its survival
Til the blood that trickled down my fists blended with the flush on my face
How I pray to erase the memory
The sickening punch in my gut
That hunches my back forward
I still pray for you, I do
That the madness subsides in your mental
Think of what we had as experimental
And scientifically give theory
To others who entertain your thoughts
Drag my name through dirts not yet walked on
And leave footprints on them to recall your steps
Because this road you’ve travelled many times
And shall again… And again
Still I pray for you, I do
No need to delve in the voodoo
No animals to bleed on my altar
I was the sacrifice
I bore your punishment
Crucified I still pray for you, I do
That you may find a semblance of peace…
Not just a piece, the way you seek
Maybe I’ll pray for him
The one who falls victim
To your every whim
Nonetheless
I pray for you… I do….

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