The Twenty Sixth Day...

...the day someone left and never came back (not death related)

I make me sick...these questions, man...~sigh~ lol

Welp, I've already spoken about my ex, my BFF from 5th grade, and since it can't be death related (I'm a fucking genius)...I can't think of someone.

*sighs and stares at screen for a while*

OH! I got it!!!

This chick...she was my best friend. I grew up with her. Told her EVERYTHING and never once betrayed her...or at least I didn't feel like I did. I loved her like a sister...she was part of my soul. She was me but in another form. All I thought about most days was what else she and I could get into. NO amount of drama in my life or distance from her could turn me against her.

I mean, did I hang out with others? Yes. Of course. I had other friends. I had my friend who I sang with all the time...staying up until the wee hours of the morning whispering in the dark and falling asleep on her. I even had one who became my go to for sexy advice. She helped me broaden my sensual self and learn to be in touch with the full-fledged woman dwelling deep within me. I have my fun friend who brings out the artistic side of me...

but, I miss my first best friend. She left and didn't return. She seems gone forever. I look at reminders of how good we used to be together and I find myself hurting at how abrupt her exit was. I wonder if we can make up...if I can apologize and have her come back so we could make it right. I don't know. Maybe she was jealous of my other connections and felt some kinda way. I never meant to make her feel that way...I just thought she always knew I'd defer to her...always remember her as my best.

Here's a poem my friend reminded me of tonight...it speaks volumes to my heart space right now.

LOST ART

i've never felt this helpless
lost to the art
and afar from the center
so estranged from inspiration
...i don't want
every poem to be a non-poem
of poetic pain
a plea to the god of bards
to lift the weight
off of my pen...
i can't tell if it's due
to lack of paramour
or presence of apathy
either way,
i've never been here so long
it just doesn't feel like me

not only are poems stilled
and erotica chilled...
books won't bind
stories won't end
things begin...
and end again against my will
when i see works
of fellow quills
i burn with envy
for my own passions
to be fulfilled
...i can barely read
the scribes of others
while my own muse's heat
is snuffed and smothered

i feel as if this helplessness
can't be helped
...and just when,
i think i've missed it
i shrug with indifference
and nestle comfortably in it
i wallow in silence
i slop in muddled thoughts
an eerie acceptance
of aimlessness and loss

i count the pieces of me
that have broken and been cast away
all of the events remembered
like white noise on repeated play
and i know
that somewhere adrift
are the words
that escaped to be free
traipsing hand in hand
refugees...
overjoyed and over me

maybe they're in Tahiti
on my dream escapade
tanning, swimming and floating
basking in French Polynesian rays
i might be able to locate
a few in the family i never made
or took up with another poet,
spoken words on a stage
it's possible,
they grew wings
and became angels
with "mi abuela"
love
peace
bliss
all fitted with little halos
some stuffed in a box
interlaced around a ring
or maybe they've become lyrics...
waiting for me to sing

i just wish i didn't feel strange
a stranger to it all
i want to find my place again
i want to do it all
i want poetry
and novels
and erotica
and blogs
i want it easy
like it once was
before this overcast of fog
find me...
return to me,
i miss my inner bard
i want words, stanzas and depth again...
i want to find my heart

Words on Wings © 2010

Just know...I miss you my Muse...My Poetry. I hope you read this and don't stay gone. Novels, Music and Erotica could never take your place. I love you. I miss you. I need you.

~*thank you Renee...you showed me...well ME*~ <3