Try By Cerywyn Pagana

I try so hard

To get over you.

But your image just keeps

Flashing Through,

No matter what I do.

There seems to be no way

To get rid of you

(your image still plays

In my memory

In sexual dreams of you)

And I don’t know why

I can’t get over you.

But, my mind and heart

For some reason

Just refuse to.

Schedules don’t allow

For us to still be together.

So, it feels like we’re apart,

Even as you talk to me.

Want this to be forever [of us].

But if this can’t be,

Then I don’t want the memories

And I don’t want the dreams

Cus they are just teasers of

What can’t truly be.

Saturday's Expressions: July 7, 2013

"Unwanted" By Cerywyn Pagana 2013 

Stop that, now!
Maybe you should get away.
This isn't how
This is supposed to be-
This isn't okay.

The way you touch me.
The way you stand too close.
The way that you hug too long
And too tightly
Makes crossing that line harder to oppose.

Step away!
It shouldn't be this way
Because we are friends.
Don't want to be turned on-
Not by you, today.

Please step away!
Your body’s closeness tempts me.
Give me some space.
My body’s afire from your touch.
I Need room to breathe.

Please don’t make it harder
Than it already is.
Want our friendship to be
How it was, before,
Of no complications like this.


"Tired" By Cerywyn Pagana 2013

I lie my head
Against the wall.
Just so tired
From it all.

I start to cry,
My tears come down like rain
And mix with the water that goes
Down the shower drain.

I shake my head in disbelief
Not wanting to accept this situation.
I need relief
And no more complications.

And I need you here.
I’m just so tired,
Could use some cheerfulness
That you have somehow acquired.

I think on you
As I get set up for the day
To write my poems
That you inspire, every day.

And I sit down
At my computer
To type this poem
While I think of you, here.

And I remind myself
Of what you always say
Of that it will be alright,
So I can continue through another day,

As I work on this poem
Until it is finished.
Then, I grab some caffeine
Of a supply that’s nearly diminished.

And I continue on.