Zestfully Clean!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

 

Ok, so it's January 1^st, 9:50am…I've been awake since December 31^st, 3:30pm…you do the math.

 

Don't ask me why I'm still awake. If I knew that answer, I'd be sleep.

 

BUT my insomnia did not completely go to waste! I wrote a poem in my delirium, using a muse that, well, shouldn't be my muse anymore…

….but whaddya gonna do?

 

I typically have to get a few poems about a person out of my system before I'm done with them. It's a cleansing process. Each one tells a story.

 

The first is usually the "Eff him" one…

 

The next is the "I miss him" one…

 

Then it's the "lesson(s) I learned from this" one… (might be a few of those)

 

Finally it's the "realization I don't want to come to about his positive attributes despite the B.S." one

 

That's the one I just wrote…and here's some more Rhythm…

 

~Potress

 

 

Something Like

 

He was something like Christmas Eve

anticipation

Those butterflies in your belly from waiting

Something like the first time you hear bells

singing "pop goes the weasel"

in the summer time

Something like the drive to Disney Word

and seeing the castle on the skyline

He was something like that old 90's cut

you ain't heard in a long time

He was something like

finding a $20 in your pants pocket

when you were down to your last dime

Something like when God is right there on time

He was something like White Castles at 4 in the morning

with no line

He was something like rainy day sunshine…

He was something like a random "I Love You" text

Like spooning and not caring that it's hot as hell

after fire sex

He was something like college refund checks

Something like finding exactly what you were looking for

on clearance

then finding out there's an extra 50% off on it

He was something like that "Can you feel the love tonight"

Lion King scene

Something like Raymond finally being with

Evangeline

Shyt, he was something like dope

is to a fiend

And something like when he finally becomes clean

He was something like my niece when she hugs and kisses me

And when she wants something, she calls me T.T.

He was something pure like a child's love

because they're too naïve to know that the world

is made of

He was something like new car and baby smell

Something like dying and finding out you're NOT going to hell

He was something like finally realizing your purpose

and that all your hardships were worth it

He was like finally seeing that church building fund go to use

and like church building up and going to youth

He was something like a sermon speaking directly to you

And something like a poem talking to you, too

But "was" is something like the past

so he's something like reminiscing

And the fact that he still makes me smile

is like him: nothing short of amazing

©Poetress 2010

 

One ♥