Poetry

My Whitespace

My whitespace will be our interface;

A point where we can meet and interact

Now, of course, that’s not yet a fact

But you will see that my whitespace

Exists in the lack of clutter –

I stay out of the gutter and my work is clean

But to the point so as not to disjoint

From the consumer but grasp their attention

And leave them with a lasting impression

I will do this by utilizing …

The copy that’s clear and concise

The words that have power and might

The pathos that will hold you in a vise

The humor that will hit you just right

The original content

The slogan you swear is heaven sent

The love of writing

The desire to connect

The truth you can’t deflect

The way my words create a Doppler effect

With the apparent frequency I can make your emotions

Alter depending on one’s devotion

To understanding the difference between

What’s between the lines

And what’s an outright lie

It’s the truth that sets me aside

And don’t worry my talent you won’t have to ration

It flows freely and keenly, no shock ads or old fads

I’ll leave that to the weak of passion.

Weekly Writing Challenge: My Boy

My Boy

All the lies, I forgot

All the hate, I forget

Just wanting so badly for something to happen

That I replace your words with “Oh no, this is what he meant”

It’s hard knowing, but then not knowing that the person you love,

The person you gave up everything for, has left you nothing but poor

And not in the sense of money or dollars

But your heart is now empty, emptier than it was before,

Before you had this “love”

Before you fell down this well that left you broken and sullen,

This well that slowly but surely turned into Hell

But yet, I cannot regret the time that we spent,

The memories I do not forget

Because from you I learned,

I learned that a real man is not easily found

That little boys are running all around

Trying to find something or someone

To hold on to just so they can let them go,

Because every tear shed for them…

Just blame it on the estrogen

But they bathe in those tears that burned your eyes,

They practice until they can not only speak but preach their lies.

Its like, if someone cries for you, whose heart sighs for you,

Then you are bigger and better and stronger and greater,

But in true reality, My Boy, you are just another hater

Why spread hate, why encourage what’s wrong in this world?

Its like an infection, but we need to take this in a NEW direction—

Love is where we need to be

But not the love where you let who you are, cease to be

But the love that allows you to grow and forever continue your flow

As not two but as one,

For you are now experiencing a love that is worth knowing

And guess what, as for his affection,

This man is not afraid of showing

His love for you because it is so good

This is the man that I am searching for,

The man for me

No more boys

No more, girls are toys

No more, of what could be

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