I could make up a story
it would sound so sweet
guy meets a girl,
life becomes a treat
things turn around
as if a wish had been granted
fairytales and feelings,
possibility enchanted
love becomes a given
the past then seems to fade
the newness of relationship
sweeps them both away
and all of a sudden
just as quick as could ever
the knot was untied,
no longer together.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

She feels
as if
she is deserving
I belong to someone else,
more worthy
but with her I can find myself,
unnerving
and letting go
no accountability
and no need
to let her know
more than I choose to say
or why I’d choose to stay
home
when she is alone
away from me
and what I have deemed
better
she offers much more
promises,
wetter
and complete submission,
if I let her
and she obliges
to feel this way…

for as long as she remains
the only other one

I feel
like
I am more
he is so much less
but able to afford
willing to put up with
what I chose to put down
and make no sound,
of course
so I demand
that she remembers
and I give him standards
to contend with
unbeknownst and secret,
I find pleasure
in her weakness
so I seep
leave impressions
and residue
so that my admission
is continued
and residual
but not enough to warrant
making some commitment
I enjoy the profit,
let him run the business…

for as long as I remain,
the only other one.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

finally gave it my all
for the sake of trying
finally decided to live
for the sake of dying

finally opened my heart
to the idea of care
finally surrendered my mind
to the idea of fair

finally came to the table
prepared to grow
finally opened my mind
prepared to know

finally surrendered
I stopped fighting
finally pretended
that I could stop writing

finally took the right chance
and came up empty
finally took the right stance
and came up limping…

finally swallowed my pride
and indeed I choked
finally fell for love
and indeed I broke.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

you
don’t make sense to me
sensibly
I
question your sentiment
and why you were
sent to me
whether
you were
an instrument
or a symphony
something
to scoff,
or to be taken
seriously
but
this has been
the scenario
for centuries
people like you
misuse
people like me,
simile
but
yet we seem,
so,
similarly
unable to be civil
so we
seek to be
something else
quite simply
sirius
before such assembly
silent
and so unsettling
something about it
seems
strategically
speaking of which,
are you speaking to me
or
are you whispering
is that your presence
in his absence
or my good fortune,
serendipitously
as I am only being selfish
and for good reason,
that it happens
effortlessly
at times like all,
especially.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet