A Collection of Relationships

Created by Sharee Callister

Creative Writing Period 5

January 14, 2015

Conversation artist

Leave the talking to me,

I know what to say.

I’m a conversation artist.

Don’t say a dangerous word,

Stay safe, far away.

Don’t give the awkward space.

Live in the safe community,

Of obvious answers,

Easy responses.

When I laugh,

You keep going.

Looks of warning,

You stop speaking.

I know what I’m doing,

Leave the talking to me.

Kiss in the Rain

He noticed me at school,

But was afraid to say hello,

His message felt sincere,

He wanted to get to know me.

I fell hard and fast,

He was cute and so much older,

He sweet-talked in circles,

My innocence bought it.

Our first date was single,

He wanted to play in my hair,

I wanted to play in his.

He wanted to hold my hand,

I wanted to hold his.

He told me that a first kiss,

At sunset was romantic.

I believed him.

He said it was my choice,

He didn’t force my lips,

But his were easily found.

Then I couldn’t stop.

Then I was in lust.

He taught me kinds of kissing,

I never thought existed,

Our last was a kiss in the rain,

But it was just a sprinkler,

The real rain would come weeks later.

First Shall Be Last

The first lasts forever.

There’s a special connection.

Something unusual about being each other’s firsts.

A bond that even when it’s over,

Makes the smiles mean a little more.

Coming back to be friends,

Holding hands because it still feels right.

Even when the reasons for love have faded,

It still exists in a different form.

An understanding and acceptance,

That comes from no one else.

New loves come and go,

But the first will always last.

  

Song of a Player

Ripped his heart out.

I was a monster.

They looked at me with anger,

Fear.

They warned others,

Stay away.

He pulled his own heart out,

I saw the strings and sinews

He knew from the beginning,

I wasn’t his.

He let himself up and down,

But he used me as his step.

He needed me to take blame.

I did not hide my feelings.

I let him hold my hand and kiss me,

But he knew he wasn’t the only one.

He watched me flirt,

I concealed nothing,

Just let him have what he wanted.

Nothing but a player.

They trust each other,

Don’t look me in the eyes.

Ignore my lack of cover,

Put their own deceits upon me.

For Richard Stephen

He looked in my eyes today,

I looked in his.

His gray-blue met my green-gray.

For a moment I felt beautiful.

My usual cute and clumsy

Became grace and elegance.

Our future is uncertain,

A turbulent desert storm.

Fear and resilience coincide

As our bright eyes shine.

My hope is beating,

Flinging in his chest.

Our hearts drawn,

Sketched in glowing ink,

Find each other delicately,

They give and share sparkle.

It’s called love,

That transferring spark we shared.

 Prescription Perception

Never borrow glasses.

Your head hurts,

And lines get a little blurry.

Seeing things how they do,

Somehow just causes worry.

Such is so in love.

Never borrow passion.

Sensations mesh and morph,

Recognizing a toad,

As a prince or a dwarf.