Very Bad Poetry

Crashing systems, pulling me down.
It’s gravity baby why and how don’t you know,
Time’s spinning raging on towards dizzy heights,
Loops in warfare and love it seems is the enemy,

Changes have their way with some, I know,
Head’s still reeling from your hand between my..
Arm’s circulation cutting because you don’t want me to move,
How lovely you are tonight,

Moods come and fancy goes on trodden paths,
It’ll be interesting to see who finds out first,
Lifetimes pass and it’s no tryst or affair,
Until my eyes open to the world you leave bare,

What make us so alive in little moments,
For none to grand a making gentle waking,
Breaking sorrow will find ways here,
Choose please or I give no pardon once beyond recall,

Dimmer, ever dimmer does this moon wax and wane,
Moreover trusted you and I cannot do the same,
It’s fate baby that binds us in turmoil now,
Shame’s problem is that mood swings have their gain,

A little less optimistic when morning broke,
Lights up your lashes I brushed the night of fair tales,
Spun ever tighter together and I wonder,
What will become of this choice I made as I kissed you,

Moment in time right or wrong I do not know how,
To go about deciding whether my imagination is the culprit,
Did you seduce me or did I willingly walk the plank,
Moreover what does it mean when your tongue finds it way?

First times always confuses the most aware,
What I once thought off limits is now laid bare,
Nakedness it seems justifiably the most natural state of mind,
Virginity and its expectations humbly succumb,

Wild oh so undeniable you take me as I am,
I do not need to modify the man who lies by me,
My heart needs no excuse for past actions,
Yet I still feel heartache as no promise has been made,

Somehow I don’t care and I wonder at my current state,
Larger higher ever wider than I perceived,
Emotion to heighten my sorrow and I no longer grieve,
It cannot be nor shall it last I know my heart will hurt,

For till I mend and understand the gift of freedom I now hold,
You’re gorgeous and no wonder I fell hardest,
I am no more yours than you are mine and it’s ok,
I’ll let go of whatever fantasies I had of longevity,

Finished work now my love has run its course,
I cannot break through barriers you have in place,
So I release my love for that woman whose age you adore,
May her embrace set our soul free and high in its delight,

I take my leave and some of me might be left behind,
I hope you remember summer’s innocent blossom,
Though crushed by life’s heavy winds and unwavering totality,
I will cherish whatever this was, in all its abnormality,

Just one question, typical of a first time like this,
What drew your imagination to reality and inability to resist?
Affections of a novice, who has so little to give you,
Why my hand against your face now as I reach for last embrace?

Tastes of you linger in my mouth and bring me speedily back,
Sizzling concrete evidence of unimaginable sparks,
Oozing explanation needing no precedence within these four walls,
Come on baby we’ll light up the night skies with wonder,
One… last… time.

Joelle Norling has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Joelle's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Joelle's latest works: