“Unlike a Game”
I am not for entertainment.
You cannot save your progress with me
For when you lose focus
Or want to do something else
—Play someone else.
I cannot be resumed
When you are curious again
About how many of my levels
You can master.
You have used all your cheat codes
And found all the glitches,
Revealed them to me
So that I can block you from them.
You overloaded my systems
To a point near beyond repair,
But my script was not so naïve
That I could not recover and learn.
My difficulty has not increased.
You cannot improve your skill level.
You are simply no longer a player.
And I am no longer your game.
Would you like to hear a story?
One about a human heart-
Its stains and pains, its history-
That played the game called “love”. To start:
Let’s introduce our champion-
Though that might be a misnomer.
Any courage evades mention
When one attempts to describe her.
Her heart she wore upon her blouse
So anyone could reach for it,
And as she wandered through the crowds,
It tore and cried and bled and split.
Then, once she noticed love’s cruel blades,
She made a promise to herself,
Made locks and walls and barricades
And left her hope up on a shelf.
“So there,” she said, convinced but sad.
Her heart beat silently for years.
Her words feigned love, but never had
The heart ‘round which revolved her fears.
In her determination to
Protect what once she let run wild,
She failed to notice when it grew,
No more belonging to a child.
And so her chances passed her by.
Each opportunity for love
Was gone. Unseen. Unrecognized.
Until it happened—unheard of.
She met someone who spoke to her,
Who moved her, touched her, consoled her.
A person who could care for her
Who never disappointed her.
They talked and listened, taught and learned.
They smiled and spoke words from the heart.
They held each other, unconcerned.
They figured “now this love can start.”
And so the girl takes down her walls,
Though very few are still in place,
And with her heart, her hope she calls
While looking at her lover’s face.
She knows now that this one is worth
The fall that could destroy or save.
She puts her faith in love, rebirth,
And prays that love will make her brave.
With trembling hands, words barely clear,
She gives her heart and says—“Sign here.”
Let your thoughts lead you
Until you’re lost,
Only when you’re ready-
Let your sanity bring you
I have a message
It’s hidden in my mind,
A faraway corner
for you to find.
Will you take up your
Ride in on your noble
Take the time
my hidden message
I’ll touch your face
Just cuz I want to
Because it’s there
in front of mine.
I’ll swat your ass
Just for laughs
To hear you shriek
because of me.
I’ll kiss your eyelids
Because you’re asleep
You’ll never know
it even happened.
I’ll pull you to me
When you’re angry
Just to feel
your passion against me.
I’ll whisper “I love you”
When you’re out the door
“An Outline of Literature”
A time and place are attributes
Of every perfect tale.
A love and hate relationship
Will end in pure betrayal.
It’s true that the main climax shall
Occur right near the end;
But mystery and conflicts
Entertain you until then.
An interest and empathy
Help readers to relate;
The sinful hero will contain
All well-known human traits.
A question will be asked in the
Prologue or Chapter One
And leave you there to ponder it
Until the tale is done.
Shocking news and sudden turns
Will make you yearn for more
And fill you with a longing to know
What else is in store.
The villain is the one who has
Committed evil acts;
But chances are the heart that’s pure
Has made the deadly pact.
Alas, this paradox is what
Provides the hero’s drive:
And toward the breaking of this seal
Is where this man will strive.
Once there, he will destroy the one
Who bound him to his sins.
And he will kiss the one he loves
And all is well again.