Of all things sentimental.
She came through the door wearing a suit of armor.
The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms.
With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down.
A drop left in her can of oil.
The metal on her chest plate dull, full of dents.
She explained that her heart stopped working.
That the gears and springs just won't turn.
With a screwdriver jammed in the middle and a bolt or two missing.
I heard the man behind the counter say that he could repair it but she too insisted in a louder voice.
Its not worth the trouble, that she'd rather be melted down.
Too much time has passed, she wants to finally feel the warmth of something genuine.
I watched her as she walked into the welder's shop.
Some people laughed. Others wore a look of wrinkled eyebrows.
Revealing their defect. Noses turnt sharp in the air.
Beauty comes in all shapes and form.
A beautiful shape molded into tin to protect how precious she was.
Dings and dents from the rocks they'd throw.
The world is a cruel place.
Her operator forgetting her name, A reflection of alzheimer's not done intentionally.
The damage of watching everything around you slowly change.
The insecurities of home no longer being home.
She pierced a hole over her heart with a screwdriver.
Jamming the gears. Causing nuts bolts and springs to bounce everywhere in a buildup of steam.
Rust composites in the duct of her eyes.
I watched her walk through the door.
Making brief eye contact before walking through the door myself.
When I walked in there was no sign of her.
Just the man behind the counter setting out a new watch stained in rust
Kewayne Wadley
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Kewayne Wadley
UnseenFor years I had been a victim of abuse & didn’t know it. It hit me today when I sat back and listened to a friend vent to me About what was going on in their world. To hear the frustration, the change of tone, how restricted their Behavior has become. It’s so quick to deny or put something on the back burner when it’s Not you, nonetheless society. Social media. The movies & shows that we take in on a daily basis. The gender equalities we all face at some point or another. But when it comes to men everything becomes one sided. It’s a lot of things that’s being swept under the rug, Especially when it comes to insecurities. No one is exempt. It’s so quick to deny or put something on the back burner when it’s Not you, nonetheless society. We sometimes go the extra mile to help the ones we love, But ultimately, both lines are crossed. Blurring the lines Of responsibility & ultimatums are given. When that time approaches. ...  |
Velcro Teddy BearShe opened up my back & stuffed me with things like Affection and reassurance. The value of things often taken For granted. Things I am reminded of every time She hugs me & squeezes me tight. She opened up my back and gave me Things I cannot forget. The fights, the small disagreements That made her feel alone. All of the things she told me while We were alone, how she felt How tight she’d hold me before Falling fast asleep without notice. Her secret hiding place at the foot of The bed, Revealing a side of me I didn’t know Existed. With every snatch of Velcro My heart grew. Weighted full of words I couldn’t Begin to express. Every time she walked in the room I lit up & smiled, Ears standing straight up. If she squeezed hard enough All of that weight shifted & all the words I couldn’t say Sums themselves up, I love you |
Guest HouseI still miss you. Sometimes I wonder if you miss me As much as I dream that you do. If I am even a second thought, if you miss Anything about me period. I don’t think I’ve ever squeezed you as tight as I do than when I dream. When I am sleep, everything feels real. The feel of your skin. The way the small of your back raises When you breathe. Your hair a mess, barely holding on to the pillow. Apparently dreams are the guest house to prayers. Missing you hurts like hell, lying awake In angst, not being able to enjoy the moment In full. I don’t think I’ve ever squeezed you as tight as I do than when I dream, Your head in the cease of my arm. I am not ready to wake up yet, I am not ready for you to go. Not ready for you to disappear. When I dream, Every word we say is silent & your heart beats next to mine. You snuggle up close to me & Everything in you just releases. Just let me sleep a while longer, I still feel safe when youâ€â... |
Reserved Seat
I rolled my affection into the shape Of a $100 bill and left it as a tip Separated from everything else on the table. However sooner later you find it This too will become a memory However accepting or filled with compassion My absence in the peak of your happiness. I'll return again and again & you'll never notice my face. If anyone asks to why, I'll reply In silence |
No Full Moon Blues For Slow-Hand Willi WashingtonThere's no full moon tonight baby.
That ole train is steadily rolling on by
Rolling on into the night.
When I watched the news tonight baby
they promised me my moon
would be full.
No sign of rain, clear skies all night long.
That's what they said.
Where in the world am I suppose to go
On a night like this.
Knowing my moon ain't full.
Packed it's bags and gone.
Gone away at least for the night.
One last glimpse before your gone for good.
That ole train steadily rolling on by baby.
Nothing but storm clouds and the smell of rain
Done packed your bag and gone away.
My sky never been this empty.
Half dark twinkles and rain rolling down my window.
There's no full moon tonight baby
Done packed your bag and gone.
Gone away
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Almond JoyThe last time we met.
You stood in front of me wearing those almond eyes
that I love so much.
Not once did I hesitate
Developing a taste for almonds.
The taste of something new in the mystique of fascination.
I did not realize my love for almonds
until the initial taste.
Finding how deletable they are,
The everlasting crunch of an almond.
A unique taste swirled around my mouth
covered in milk chocolate.
Although you have gone, I have remained faithful in your absence.
Recognizing your wrapper by name
Remembering the first crunch I realized I was in love
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Jaywalking (Look Both Ways)And when I see you
My heart skips a beat,
Walking out into the middle of the street
Without regard to the cars
darting through the intersection.
Some raising their fingers,
Others intentionally driving faster.
Remembering a time,
Remembering a place that
you were everything I needed.
Everything I could have wanted.
And when I see you
My heart so badly wants to
relive those moments.
Stepping one foot in front of the other.
Dodging near miss
After near miss.
Knowing that deep down
I'll end up getting hit
For not letting go
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Couldn't WaitIf clothes could speak
You'd be the fragrance
They'd wear.
A kiss to remind them that they too, are alive.
Welcoming you with open lips
& arms.
If clothes could speak
They'd be fluent in speaking you.
Touching you in a way that you don't touch yourself,
Knowing the chance may never
Come again.
They'd reveal to you, that you were the one
They couldn't wait to uncover |
PizzeriaWhen love arrives,
It arrives only to leave again.
Coming back to another again.
Another time,
Another arrival.
The same streets once laughed and grinned in.
When love arrives,
It arrives as that familiar face
Strolling down the street without a care in the world.
A personality in the wind mutual to which steps to take.
When love arrives,
It arrives with a certain taste.
The first slice of readily made pizza.
Made hot, fresh.
Pepperonis covered in cheese.
Knowing it's favorite place, love.
It's soon to leave until the urge returns.
The pizzeria tucked in the corner.
The pizzeria no one knows about.
The pizzeria that can be found in each and every city.
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Number Your Trying To CallI fear the day I call
and hear
the "number you're trying to call"
message.
Your voice a sense of comfort
when home seems so far.
The freedom you enable when
theres no way to control the excitement
of hearing your voice.
Knowing that your just a call away.
Your voice
a prescription cough syrup
and I behave as such.
Smiling as soon as I hear it.
Knowing that soon I'll feel much better.
Only you can give me this feeling
Only you can cause such devastation
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