Confidence

Your face bleeds bitterness.
After all, the eyes are the window
to the soul and your's pierce mine
with severity. They roam to and fro
looking for weakness. Once,
you found it inside of me but no
more. I closed that door and have
found confidence in my height,
even if I stand amongst men.
I stand, with 5 inch heels. 6 ft
tall, looking up to the strong women
so secure that they won't eat
the forbidden fruit.

Something

Let us take a flight to places
we've been before but with
unfit traveling companions.
We can swim in a sea of clouds
with the night behind us and the day
ahead. Become the moment
I miss and replace the existence
of fragmented memories. Make
my history a stranger for knowing
you so well. I would share my secrets
but you are already familiar with silent
words. This could be something.

Loneliness, Ambition's Companion

Pillows are poor substitutions
for body warmth. Tissues, an inadequate
replacement for fingers. I have dreams
instead of a reality, I view a picture
instead of your being. I want to say
I love you but I am committed to fear
and married to distrust. This, an arranged
marriage society has matched for the women
of lengthy stature; as if to say that emotion
must divorce the ambitious ones. Watch
as I crumble into a state of stability. Observe
me stand on my own two feet. I will not cry
for you, but the hours of eight to five will
be my companion, the shoulder I lean on.
Never see this vulnerability of simply
wanting to share the moments of my strength
and show the deepness of my weakness.

syntax by Maureen N. McLane

and if
I were to say

I love you and
I do love you

and I say it
now and again

and again
would you say

parataxis
would you see

the world revolves
anew

its axis
you

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I split my happiness
down the middle
like we've shared many things:
sandwiches, a soda,
stories we told no one
else. How is it that I can
release part of myself to
you and still have no loss
of power? I break open
the side of my humanity
yet to be seen and I am like
a fortune spewing out the wisdom
of ancestors. On your day of rain,
hang your umbrella on the branches
of this tree and sit, sharing
with me my plate of life
devoured with this apparatus
of serenity.