Heartbreak Warfare

Lightning strike
Inside, my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare
If you want more love,
Why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
Why don't you say so?

Drop his name
Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain, pain, pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare
If you want more love,
Why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
Why don't you say so?

Just say so

How come the only way to know how high you get me
Is to see how far I fall
God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me
But I can't break through at all.

It's a heart, heartbreak

I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight
Let's just fix this whole thing now
I swear to God we're gonna get it right
If you lay your weapon down
Red wine and Ambien
You're talking shit again, it's heartbreak warfare
Good to know it's all a game
Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak, heartbreak

It's heartbreak warfare
It's heartbreak warfare
It's heartbreak warfare

Songwriters
JOHN MAYER

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I have not written in a very long time.  Fifteen years ago I was convinced I would be a writer.  Now I've had a professional career for seven years, and given everything I have to it.  A lot has changed in fifteen years.  My family is fragmented, I have gained new family members.  I have had ups and downs like everyone else.

I had unpublished old, old blogs I had a long time ago, but now I am going to try my hand at writing again.  It always allowed me some kind of release, some kind of safe haven from reality.  Like anything, if you don't use it you lose it so I feel like a ninth grade student as I sit here typing but I want to start someplace and start again.  

It goes without saying perhaps that the depth of my heartbreak is prompting this need to write.  But I can't find the words to explore that right now.

running parallel to him, and you'll never meet

Vanishing Point

by Freya Manfred

The moment arrives when you say,
"I don't dislike this man,
but how did I marry him?"
Something about his wintry voice,
the way he can't or won't show his face,
and how small and alone you feel
out here on earth's curve,
driving day and night,
never reaching a destination,
until you realize you're running parallel to him,
and you'll never meet.

"Vanishing Point" by Freya Manfred, from Swimming with a Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle. © Red Dragonfly Press, 2008. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

I really like this poem.  It's simple but beautiful.

From Verse Daily...

City Beach


Your mouth said so long from so long said high
tide's not a timid girl is what is missing.
I could clap flippers skip the asterisk
and hop a plane. Some mouths say nets and not
nets to trust around anyone's daughter.
Ask what's on tap in the shape of a ship.
A mouth in a bottle is no kiss sealed
to sender. In it remainders and no answer
and a thin relic at that. Any ocean
is old enough to know better. Your mouth
to mine is departures arrivals a flawless ledger.
Some mouths say swim at your own risk say salt
again is stingy dinner. My mouth remains
a faithful measure. Some mouths say shark
in shallow water but I suspect the waves
wash in on empty and someone had to
truck in all this sand from elsewhere here.




Copyright © 2009 Dora Malech All rights reserved
from Poetry London
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

stays for a long time on each cornstalk

From today's post at The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor:

 

Autumn Waiting

by Tom Hennen

Cold wind.
The day is waiting for winter
Without a sound.
Everything is waiting—
Broken-down cars in the dead weeds.
The weeds themselves.
Trees.
Even sunlight
Is in no hurry and stays
For a long time
On each cornstalk.
Blackbirds are silent
And sit in piles.
From a distance
They look like
Something
Spilled on the road.

"Autumn Waiting" by Tom Hennen, from Looking into the Weather. © Westerheim Press, 1983.

I feel really stupid writing this, but I just finished the fifth and final season of The Wire, and I am just flat-out depressed. 

Like I just feel like the world is full of nothing, no hope.

It's fucked up that I feel this after watching television when this kind of shit happens every second in reality, but it's something I feel, I don't know.

his new, expensive shoes

This Morning

 

I wish I had tossed the roses,
rinsed the vase of stench,
soaped and scrubbed it clean.
That kind of end to it.
Not this chitchat
in the waiting room, our son
in the OR, again, being
saved. We too, again,
sitting it out, after years,
the same straight-back chairs.
You seem fragile, he says.
I cannot bear his beard,
his new, expensive shoes.

Barbara Helfgott Hyett

Rift
University of Arkansas Press

Back from SF.  I had a wonderful time, but I miss my mommy and Emmie terribly. 

It's so calming at home, too.  The water, the green. 

And now I won't have a home. 

I'm so excited--I start work on Thursday.  I'm nervous, but I can't wait.