Miscommunication
by Jillian Buckley
Where are the words?
Where are the words to burn a hole in your head?
When I love you went the way of I wish you were dead
And just
didn't have meaning anymore
Boy who cried wolf
You are my language whore
I know I shouldn't be tryna catch that disease
But my ears are strained
My heart stopped at please
Wonderin' why my baby phrases are stuck on the corner now
When they was always given love
At home
Or anywhere I was
I know it's not that simple
We don't roar to rouse the rabble
But I'm locked in this Tower of Babble
How did it come to be
That I was not recognized as queen
And you King Nimrod came to rule over me
With orders
Declarartions
Pleas
That I can't comprehend
But can't put an end to this ends
Longing to tap in
And recieve them
These messages
I need a translation
A dictionary
I know it's not filled with slick phrases
Or dick cages
Sent to entrap me as your sex slave
Or at least your bitch
Because we've hit that glitch
In your malfunctioning mind before
Welcome to a world of actions
Where we don't give a shit for words
So while in my feature drama
I was calm and in control
We went back to days of old
When silent movies were gold
And captions just aren't fufilling
The beauty of my frustration
So Im waitin
Hoping that you're indifference will soon be arranged into
Just a difference in letter placement
Words
Nothing more
I want to say
Show me love
but questions tend to bounce off of
My uncertainty
Leaving me
With nothing but body language
But we've languished in that domain for too long
I guess
Though I miss you still
I miss you still
But how can I tell you?
Midnight Glass of Water
You are my
Midnight glass of water
Fumbled for drunkenly
Startled awake by my need
Or is it simply greed?
Brought upon by an allegic summer heat
That makes you
At once
Desirable
And utterly inconvenient to obtain
Refreshing at first taste
I lead you back to my bed
And while you cannot cool me completely
Like a virgin's bitten ear
You are enough of a distraction
I barely had the energy
To make the move to grab you
Knowing my resons for drinking you in
Are the same ones that should have kept me in bed
But it breaks down to this:
Primordial
You are basic
Worth it to my body
If not my mind
And mornings are sorrowful
When I wake to nothing
But the drops of moisture
You have left behind
The Drought
There is a drought
I pray for blood
Like some pray for rain
But tears have yet to wash away my pain
So I expect
That what my body rejects
From not being with baby
Also won't save me
So I sit waiting
Sit with legs wide open
Hoping
Feeling as if there are miles beneath my cold bottom half
Miles
I could slip into
Miles
I could fall forever
I remember
First time I bled
And how I shed
Tears and
Childhood
Decided becoming a woman was no good
It was too hard
But I was dealt this card
And learned to deal with it
Not given a chance to feel for it
Woman
It's who you are
And who I am
But still didn't understand
What could take place within my womb
Reality
Struck too soon
Seems forever from that first experience
Really only four years since
Have met my semi sweet toad slash prince
My feelings constantly flip on this
I told him we need to pray for blood
And of course to his boy brain quickly comes
Images of homicide and war
Horror
Gore
For
That's the male mind
While in mine
Blood meant fertility
The possibility of seed
The immediate need to quit smoking weed
Is that why we don't hear about female shooting sprees?
Don't associate women with mass weaponry?
Twice now I've cried for/over blood
And think how I would love to go back and chat
With my past self
To teach, to help, to tell
About the gift/responsibility
That had been bestowed on me
To teach to be proud
To teach to be careful
To say don't be tearful
Because someday
You're gonna pray for that blood
I look between my thighs
Searching for signs
Racing mind
But lips are hushed
Staring into clear waters quickly causes head rush
Gotta think
Gotta not cry
Gotta act tough
Gotta get up out of here
Gotta take care of some stuff
Gotta
Gotta, Gotta
STOP
Stand up
And
Flush
Jillian Buckley has been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. She has participated in open mics and slams in the DC and Boston areas. She has yet to publish any of her work. She is currently studying English and film at the University of Maryland.
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