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March 26, 2015 / douglasnyback

Love Poems From a Roller Coaster – 15 of 16

“Sunshine and Lonesome: Love Poems From a Roller Coaster”

Number Fifteen:

May/24/2010

Why?

 

This isn’t the blues,
it’s fury.
It’s red
and
it
is
ugly.

It would seem
that every hour
spent
without
her
is
spent in a web
of
tension,
filled to the brim
with fear
that her lack of thought
for anything
other than herself
will come
crashing down on
the
Meek Moronic Me
with such
suffocating force
that
I’ll
draw
my
last
breath
in
protest.

Anger,
the ugliest kind
specific and defined,
slapped in the face,
clearly the bitch of
all these hours spent
at the ready to
do
anything
she might need,
let alone what she
actually does.

I
have
written
too many poems
about
it
being
the
last
time
I write a poem like this.

Today
we watched fireworks
from my rooftop.
Peering through the
trees,
we saw
a
sprinkling of light,
but really,
nothing.

 

March 25, 2015 / douglasnyback

Love Poems From a Roller Coaster – 14 of 16

“Sunshine and Lonesome:  Love Poems From a Roller Coaster”

Number Fourteen:

Apr/8/2010

Voices

 

I lift moonshine to my lips
with my elbow
and say,
“Fuck this day with a tire iron.”

I’m tired
of being this guy.

“End this life.”
Out of the corner
of my mind
a
Voice
says.

Not mine
and
Not God’s.
Leaves me wondering
who’s left.

 

 

March 24, 2015 / douglasnyback

Love Poems From a Roller Coaster – 13 of 16

“Sunshine and Lonesome: Love Poems From a Roller Coaster”

Number Thirteen:

Mar/29/2010

Epic Day

 

I don’t want to go home
yet.
Testament to a day,
dealing with people
not
wanting to.

All of this
plus
new love
and
no sleep
wears on a body.

Somebody,
cares deeply
(too much)
about me,
in bed awake
while my
Epic Day
comes to a
Shot And a Beer Close,
Her eyes,
blink open
to the gentle
strings
of her cell phone ring,
hope on her side
and
exhaustion on mine.

I love her.
Bottom Line It.
She has me.
I have her.
A wonderful thing, that.

 

 

March 23, 2015 / douglasnyback

Love Poems From a Roller Coaster – 12 of 16

“Sunshine and Lonesome: Love Poems From a Roller Coaster”

Number Twelve:

Mar/1/2010

Of Her Pillow

 

I find myself
staring at the
uninteresting portion
of an uninspired skyline
enraptured
at the
tiny speck
of
a
skyscraper.

Deep on the horizon,
sun-set-on-fire
the only real proof
I
have
that
physically you sill exist.

I remember your smile
and last night
as I lay awake
deep into the morning
I used your pillow,
swearing that on it
was still a trace
of your scent.
Eyes closed
I rolled over
without you there
regardless,
I put an arm around you,
my skin on yours,
you took my hand,
tucking it under your chin.
I fell asleep,
body on body
with you,
alone.

 

 

March 22, 2015 / douglasnyback

Love Poems From a Roller Coaster – 11 of 16

“Sunshine and Lonesome:  Love Poems From a Roller Coaster”

Number Eleven:

Feb/26/2010

How Nothing Haunts You

 

She’s in love with me,
that’s it.
She has to be.
No way
could this be
not that.

This loneliness,
must
be
earned
else
it
be
nothing
and it’s not nothing.

It can’t be.

 

 

March 21, 2015 / douglasnyback

Love Poems From a Roller Coaster – 10 of 16

Jan/15/2010

Drinking Decaf

 

Too many,
red flags,
too many
for
this
early.
I should:
For sure know better.

Not smart,
so much sex with
someone
who
tells lies about ex-boyfriends
and
has
phone conversations
definitely about
what
could
be
described
as
Clinical Depression.

Am I
in love too soon
I wonder?
The current
Picture Perfect
but
only
Part,
the rest:
Unknown and unstable.

Not sure,
anymore about
the
Long Term Being Kept a Secret,
I don’t like
being a dirty little anything
out of my control.

As if this is.

Drinking decaf,
else I become
too twitchy
waiting
for
dinner.
My heart:
In my throat.

Maybe,
for the wrong reasons,
the
Darker Parts of This
finally
being put to paper
all
the
Romance
taken out.

March 20, 2015 / douglasnyback

Love Poems From a Roller Coaster – 9 of 16

“Sunshine and Lonesome: Love Poems From a Roller Coaster”

Number Nine:

Jan/1/2010

Day One

 

Day one,
caught in the throat calm
over
what looms.
Volumes,
spoken between
what too much coffee
does to
my fingers
before
I can pen anything
down.

Day one,
woke up too early
eyes snapping open,
panic setting in,
sharp
but just enough.

It feels off
today does.

Day one,
with her hair across
a country
across my mind.
Her,
my first thought
of a new year,
full
of things to think about.

 

 

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