Tag Archives: Poetry

The Road Taken

Thinking about the old days again
About how I shaped the world with
only assumptions and a pen.
Now, I resist pulling things into parts.
Instead, I marvel at their creation
surrounded by so many starving hearts.

Of all my habits and my fall backs
I never could recover from the cliche
things, the already tread-ed tracks.
But now, I’ve deigned my own way.
And, as simple as that sounds
It’s come at a cost; some kind of back pay.

“I can’t breathe.” I oft hear the words now
Like the restlessness of ten years ago
has returned like a seasonal plow.
Churning over the darker, richer earth
I walk an old path, unabashedly renewed–
uncaring of all Robert Frost’s berth.

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Of Breeze, Hookah Lounge

New haunts
Relax
Take a breath…
Let the mania abate
Nearly staunched
Wounds, bleeding
Drowning the old scars
The preconceptions
Lost in the fog of new bars
Under the same stars
Newfound faces
Wearing the same masks
That cover the same actors on the stage
Advice, taken, almost sage
Overwhelmed by the same sadness
Amid the savage grace
Relax
Take a breath…
Like the same arms
That cradled you, marred
Gaunt with the promise of re-ghosting
Old haunts
Relax
Take a breath…

Another Revenge-Fueled Haircutting

Whose advice did you follow?

‘Cause it ain’t mine.

Whose bad idea did you swallow–

Or are you really out of your mind?!

You’re not taking me down!

Didn’t break my back for your sake.

I didn’t go outta my way to clean ground

To sweep up your mistakes!

You think you know me?

You can’t even see my shadow,

Enveloping.

What do you know, Jezebel Above?

What do you know about love?

What do you know, Delilah Above?

What do you think you know about love?

DTP 10: My Dear Humanity, I Knew Her Well

Heart, pumping in my hands–
What were you before?
Did you leave a happy life?
Did you always strive for more?
Did you yearn and did you pull
If something really caught your eye?
Did you sacrifice with good intentions?
Did you rightly vilify?
Did you rend and did you tear?
Did you bend? Did you bear?
Did you wake in the middle of the night,
Blind, sweating, filled with utmost care?
Did you weep?
Did you creep?
Did you seap?
Did you sleep?
I guess it doesn’t matter, you–
Heart, pumping in my hands–
You pour, you leak, and you spatter.
Time won’t heal wounds wrought by these hands–
Not anymore.
I said:
“It doesn’t matter.”

Downtown Platinum (c)2017 Karin Mayville 
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DTP 8: Locke Weeps for Circles

Freedom:
Financial independence.
Warranted doubt, worry
Giving way to boredom–
Boredom giving way to curiosity–
Curiosity morphing into cruel, risky fascination…
Such is how it goes
When power corrupts discreetly
And renders one
Completely, irrevocably
Free.

Downtown Platinum (c)2017 Karin Mayville 
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DTP 5: Game of Hearts

I don’t have anything left to give you
To throw away
The things I gave you before were
My last mistakes
I wonder sometimes what life would be like
If I hadn’t met you
But I know now I am stronger
My scarred heart is beating proof

But the time to crawl back
And apologize
Has gone and past and I
Just realised that

Life as you know it is over
But mine is
Just getting started
You were broken after I left
But I was healing before we parted
And while you already folding your hand in shame
I’m pushing my chips in to bluff my way
Through this
Love game

Sometimes I think back on our time together
Sometimes I get chills when I remember
You always said, “I’ll be by your side forever
“Forever and ever and ever–”
Hey, how about never ever ever again?

Life as you know it is over
But mine is
Just getting started
You were broken after I left
But I was healing before we parted
And while I suppose you don’t deserve
All the blame
You’re still not the person
I wanted to claim
Through this
Love game

Downtown Platinum (c)2017 Karin Mayville 
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