Subway Glances

I wrote this on January 1st, 2015 about a random girl I saw in the Subway in NYC.

Sitting there

As the car moves faster

Infused with an eighties hat

And a 2000s Gothic style

She sits sniffling from the cold

As the warmth gives her growing comfort

Strains of red stream down her hair

And her bag compliments her style

Beautiful and sophisticated

We shall part ways

Never to see each other again

Til Death Do Us Part

Always the groomsman, never the groom

Never thought I’d find someone like you

I’ve felt heartbreak, I’ve felt sorrow

I’ve felt pain like no tomorrow

Suddenly you fell from heaven

Did it hurt when you dropped in?

And as we stand here today

There is something I need to say

I won’t give up on you and I haven’t yet

I’ll be there for you, every dusk and sunset

For better or for worse

Whether we are blessed or cursed

So I give you my heart

Every piece, every part

I will love you ‘til death do us part

Always the single, never taken

I never thought that I’d be shaken

I’ve felt lonely, I’ve felt hopeless

Come now, let us feel the solace

And now you're down to my level

The angel meets the devil

As we stand here and now

I need to make this solemn vow

I won’t give up on you and I haven’t yet

I’ll be there for you, every dusk and sunset

For better or for worse

Whether we are blessed or cursed

So I give you my heart

Every piece, every part

I will love you ‘til death do us part

There you stand in your white dress

While I stutter like a mess

As we finish and we kiss

And I think I would be remiss

If I didn't get to say

That you look even more beautiful today

I won’t give up on you and I haven’t yet

I’ll be there for you, every dusk and sunset

For better or for worse

Whether we are blessed or cursed

So I give you my heart

Every piece, every part

I will love you ‘til death do us part

Compliments of the Devil

http://throwingstonehearts.blogspot.com/2014/03/compliments-if-irish.html

Two horns that sharply come to a point
Attractive with such beauty and grace
Your stature shows such excellent poise
Your dark red lips deceive careful men with just a taste
Your voice brings out the intellect that destroys him
You are first among sirens, your voice leads to certain death
For your songs cut much deeper drawing sin
While leaving your poor victims on this earth short of their breath
Your hair, short, neat and definably kept
The red and blonde mix that keeps them distracted
A pleasure to look at while you slowly convince them to die
How did you rise unscathed when your angel wings impacted?
For you landed unharmed from the heavens above
When the God and the Creator booted you from heaven
Your very being, the core of you causes much pain to speak of
Yet men find your unscrupulous and evil nature so sweet and pleasant

Maybe We Made a Mistake

Baby, maybe we made a mistake

Perhaps a strategic error
As we both continue to lie awake
With nagging thoughts to the barer
Of perhaps a startling revelation
That perhaps all is not well and fine
Or perhaps a more startling revolution
Perhaps we're on to something new this time
Maybe we rushed too fast into it
But even faster out of this
Perhaps we were afraid of possible grit
That we ignored the potential bliss
And we make each other better
It's possible we overlooked words
To merely focus on the letters
Perhaps we're both being absurd
But it is possible we actually screwed up
Maybe we failed ourselves after all
Like the precautions were way too much
Like we were too scared to fall
Or too scared to break
Whatever it was, Baby, maybe we made a mistake
Then again, Maybe not...

A Poem of Dedication

Dark hazel eyes unsure of what is to come

In uncertain and sanguine expectancy

Viewing the current situation as cumbersome

Yet find that in her heart she has a vacancy

Black hair a touch frazzled and frayed

Straightforward with authentic virtues

She realizes she cannot let this fade

So with a slightly indecisive purview

With eagerness and insomniac nights

She longingly yearns for the response

Perhaps he might readjust his sights

That the affair might be ensconced

That failure might be an alternative

All too unreasonable for both parties

Imminent success is a virtual imperative

With the necessity to proceed smartly

Moving in precipitance being risky

A deceleration could be warranted

Why travel the billows so quickly

And journey to the abhorrent abyss

Whereby the blunders of the past

Come back to haunt like apparitions?

The consequences of advancing too fast

Could cause unsafe conditions

Perhaps her demeanor is newfangled

As are the ideas in his brain

Perhaps this woven-web will be less tangled

And she and he are actually sane 

Near to Something That Actually Exists

Streets lit, glowing lamps shining bright

In uncharted territory now

It seems the end is not within sight

So I don’t know if I’m going down

And with her black hair waving I ask

With a giant smile, “Missy, where too?”

“I don’t know, but I cannot look back

And I need to explain this to you

My life has been turned upside down

With my head buried underground

All my life I searched for this

But it just left me filled with emptiness

So I climbed in this car for warmth

And now my heart is again torn

So excuse me while I make you feel

Like you were ‘this close’ to something real"

I pulled over to the curbside

Putting it in park, I spoke my mind

“I don’t need one in whom to confide

Believe it or not, I was just fine”

Her nerves regressed and she gave a smile

And decided to ask me to date

I said, “I guess it’s been a while”

Maybe it was luck or maybe fate

My life had been turned upside down

With my head buried underground

All my life I searched for this

But it just left me filled with emptiness

So I climbed in this car for warmth

And now my heart was again torn

So excuse me while you make me feel

Like I was ‘this close’ to something real

As we traveled down the street

There was a sign marked “Dead End”

Seeing the journey was complete

We decided not to pretend

The façade that became of it all

Faded as fast as possible

As we opened the doors to both withdraw

We were in a car that we thought was nautical

But thankfully we read the writing on the wall

Our lives have been turned upside down

With our heads buried underground

All our lives we searched for this

But it just left us filled with emptiness

So we climbed out of this car for warmth

But now our hearts aren’t again torn

So excuse us while we can still feel

Like you we’re this close to something real

Throwing Caution to the Hurricane

Immorality and unscrupulousness

All balled into one

In the specious, ostensible lucidness

I leave myself stunned

With such aspirations delayed

I destroy myself

But is it possible to be reprobate

If you need someone else?

The vamp taunts me with her wanions

I feel I must obey

With delectate colloquy I see a need for a companion

Is this to be my fate?

Casuistic and illogical premonitions

Escape my brain

I am beguiled by this superstition

And my soul feigns

Conflicted by zoanthropic feelings

I am led to the slaughter

I must use circumspection in this dealing

Or I shall be a lamb to the slaughter

Love does not conquer all

God does

So let this betrayal be small

And let this amount of blood be enough