Unspoken...

     In the sweet
            anticiaption
   of each passing moment
             waiting
         for you to arrive,
     thoughts crowd
         into my head;
    questions
           answers
              explanations
 compete to be the first
    to reach your ears.
  but the very moment
        you 
  walk through my door
     and smile
            at me
   the words fall short
  and everything my heart
        needs to say
      can only be spoken
          with my lips
              against
             yours

Common Thread

There is a thread of you
  sewn into the garment
        of my soul;
       once rent with sorrow,
              now there is
         a beautiful seam
       of tiny, perfect stitches.
    Your thread has mended holes
         torn by  regret
               and grief.
      It has basted together
          the  raveling edges
           and careless tears
         of  misuse and
                 heartbreak.
       It has patched up
             threadbare,
             rough worn places
      that no one ever saw,
                but you.
             And now,
                   this thread
           has become
             part of me,
                 And you
          have become part
             of everything
                   I am.                       
   
 

Detente

  We are both
     battle worn
  and scarred
  from this war
    we wage.
 There has been
   blood spilled
      on both sides
  from sharpened words
     wielded in anger;
   a broken truce
draws lines in the sand.
 Your armor is tarnished;
      my tower in ruins.
 We have only a single
          kingdom
 to which we both lay claim.
      but only one of us
     may have ownership.
  the emissary of peace
     demands compromise
        but I will not
    surrender my ground
         without knowing
  if I trade my throne
        for chains.
  So you throw your
           white flag
    at my feet.
       take the chains
             I fear
       upon yourself.
            exchanging
     your sword
           for the
        uncertainty
    of my forgiveness..

Apology

 


  I cannot grant
      forgiveness
            as easily
   as you bestow 'sorries'.
     My words hold weight,
     they have meaning,
   unlike any 'sorry'
    you have ever spoken.
 You kneel at my feet
    to plead your
      regret.
   Now you see 
    what you have lost.
 what you threw away.
    Now you feel
  the absence
      of something
     truly spectacular,
        and rare.
   You lift your eyes to mine
        you whisper
            you beg
          and I turn away.
     'Sorry' isn't currency
     accepted by this broken soul.
       And forgiveness costs
              far more
      than any atonement
         you offer
             on bent knee.

Unhappily ever after.

Stories end.
  because sometimes
     inside
 the life you find
    is not exactly
what you dreamed;
  there is no magic kiss
 no rescue, no bliss
   the prince not
 as shining
 as he first seemed.
there is a lesson
   to be learned
 about the things for which
   you yearn
  If your mind is open
 to receive;
   trust the lessons
 of the past
'happy' very seldom
    lasts,
and the heart
 quite often
    will deceive.
So when this ending
 chapter's done
let us
 permanently
     move on
close the book,
   and leave the pain
in the dust.
Get your head
  back in the game.
good bye
   is not a shame,
and next time
be more careful
who you trust.

Words Left Bleeding

I did it. Some of you know I have been working on a chapbook of sorts. Thirty poems, actually, all within a theme of love and heartbreak. Who would have guessed I'd write about that? ;-)

 
Here it is 

Things are still a little surreal. I have seen my work in print before, but nothing so personal to me as this book . I hope you read it, you connect with it, and you enjoy it. Please, feel free to comment here, or to leave a review.  Thank you all so much for the support and encouragement. It has meant a lot to me.


mx

New Blog In Town...

    I want to thank everyone who continues to read my work. I appreciate your support, your feedback and the wonderful feeling of community we have managed to create here.

    I will continue to post poetry here occasionally, but I am moving into a new direction with my work, and my life. I am publishing a chapbook of new poetry and photographs,  and I have created a new blog to chronicle some of my life, and a lot of my nonsense ;-) The blog will be public, but not listed on my profile, so if you would like to read further, please comment, and I will send you the name privately. If you read my poetry, and do not have a blogger account, please email me at mxavier17@ymail.com.

  
  Thanks for all the fish,

     ~ Max
  

   

Wisp...

 Like
    a
     vaporous
      curl
      of
      sweet      
    smoke,
   memories
     gather in           
         the dark.
          slipping
         under
      doors,
      drifting
     into
     dreams,
       easing
           into
        the
   heart,
 circling
  the   
   mind,
     and 
         lingering
         forever
           in
        the
      soul.
     


 
         
    

          

All's Fair...

 The battle
   is not yet won.
  I still hold
       my ground,
 though I am tired,
    so damn weary,
   I have not
          given up.
    Bitter
 is the war
    to reclaim
  what I have lost.
     I will have
  no mercy,
   I will take
no prisoners,
   I will grant
 no quarter.
    What was once mine,
    shall be mine
       again.

Letting Go

 So fragile,
easily broken;
   we hold our breath
lest the tiniest vibration
   shatter it into
 a million pieces.
     But trust
 cannot grow
  under watchful eyes,
    untried by fearing souls.
    It cannot reach
 the light
  when shadowed
 by the darkness
     of  unforgiveness.
 It cannot breathe
    when smothered
  by suspicious hearts
     and grasping hands.
    It cannot live
   where there is not
         love.

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