Pain Falls (Writing as Curiosity)

 

 

Rain, rain, rain—

No ray of hope

No pill to help one cope

Just the sound of intense rainfall

bashing against helpless for sale signs,

streaming down rusty rooftop pipes,

clanking against satellites and telephone poles.

All I hear are tears slamming

against my window as I trace them

one by one;

they fall before me.

I feel a hurricane on the horizon

the wind gusts change my tear’s direction—

I have to retrace the drops.

Rain, rain, rain—

No ray of hope

No pill to help one cope

Just the sound of intense pain fall.

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity

Excerpt from End of the Road.

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Male Intuition (Writing as Curiosity)

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These gestures of purity are not wholesome.

I believe they accompany concealed motives.

Am I justified in my probing suspicion?

 

The faucet handle that dictates my tears is broken.

I cannot hold back my salty drops,

These transmitters of my growing apprehension.

 

See what you do to me?

See how you belittle me to such expression?

See how you give aid to my doubt?

 

These remarks of supposed reassurance

Do not calm my rapidly suspicious intuition.

They only chafe my distrust, Sophia!

 

© by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity

Excerpt from End of the Road

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How I Died (Writing as Curiosity)

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One day, on the lowly terrace,

when fables and sugarcoats

left the Judas’ lips,

I died…

a slow, internal death.

 

“Sophie!” I cried out.

I fell upon the cold ground.

She stationed over me—

with a calloused stare.

 

The last words from my mouth,

I struggled to utter.

“I still love you… I always will!”

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity

Excerpt from End of the Road

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Do You Ponder Me Yet? (Writing as Curiosity)

 

 

When the moon ceases to guide

the exclusive waves to your concern,

do you still ponder my good health?

 

When the scent of my estranged

presence is lost in your nightmares,

do you still ponder my whereabouts?

 

When the last remnants of ache

dry upon your dehydrated cheeks,

do you still ponder my embrace?

 

When the brave flames of ardor

tire and powerful crackles resonate,

do you still ponder my chaste warmth?

 

When the fine blades of your betrayal

are nourished by my countless tears,

do you still ponder my broken disposition?

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity

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The Love We Lost (Writing as Curiosity)

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In pitch-black midnight,

I donned the unfaltering F on my chest.

I whispered my sacred pledge.

 

But more drastic measures needed to be taken.

How else can it be explained?

 

We no longer love each other.

Let us put on brave faces and part ways.

Let us turn the other cheek and hide-

Bury our salty drops of poignant insignificance secretive.

 

How did we end up at this crossroad?

How did we beat each other to such a bloody pulp?

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

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Excerpt from End of the Road

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Moments We Shared (Writing as Curiosity)

 

 

I remember when we first fell in love

The tears we shed and wiped away in privacy

The hope we shared to get away from life’s rigors.

We trusted each other absolutely.

 

I miss our times behind societal bars

When we used to patch up severed hearts

When we held hands on broken sailboats

When we blew out flames of doubt.

 

What happened to the moments we shared?

Can we recapture them?

The butterfly kisses from afar.

The completion of each other’s sentences.

Can we rediscover it all?

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity.

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Then and Now (Writing as Curiosity)

 

 

 

On top of soft, seductive verbs, we used to make love:

 

Yearn

Collide

Thrust

Love—

 

From cruel and far distances, we used to exchange texts:

 

Aimless

Tawdry

Steamy

Text messages—

 

On top of malicious, spiteful adjectives, we now make hate:

 

Hurtful

Slanderous

Deliberate

Hate—

 

From forgiving, close proximities, we now share in the end:

 

Mutual

Inevitable

Abrupt

The end…

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

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Lies and Secrets (Writing as Curiosity)

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The truth, now unspoken

Ignorant to our real feelings

Unable to disclose such information.

 

Heavy hearts feel like Rocky Mountain boulders.

These goddamn lies we result to

Slither into our mind’s psyches.

 

We hide behind a tall fence of deceit

A concord of falsities

A Great Wall of duplicity.

 

We have become two snakes in fine grass

Never shedding our thick ulterior motives.

Surely the big, bad box of secrets

Possess the answers we need to finally let go.

It must…

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

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Secret Affair (Writing as Curiosity)

A naïve man was trapped, wedged in a real pickle.

He was aware of his truest feelings.

He begged for more in his bashful glances.

He hinted for more in his hushed remarks.

 

Oh, he definitely wanted more!

In confessing his desires, he broke the cardinal rule:

“Never show emotions!”

A Slap in the face…

 

Then the truth sank in,

and he needed an ice pack for his left cheek.

He was merely a hold-me-over munch until lunch;

a clammy 3:00 P.M. appointment on a black leather couch.

 

But he aspired for more.

In spite of the shocking facts,

He wanted her beside him nightly.

Holding him…

Making him feel unscathed.

 

The naïve man knew his strings were being pulled.

Yet her inspirational aroma was too much to decline.

 

Touches of amorous lure

All trouble ceased to exist

Nothing else mattered anymore.

 

Intimate encounters by the fireplace.

Stormy nights wrestling between satin sheets.

Little did the naïve man know, it was all a prelude.

 

Morning’s first light came to his dismay.

He helplessly watched as she walked out his bedroom door.

She dashed across town as fast as her curvy stems could go.

She ventured back to the comforting confines of her condo;

to another man’s arms, no doubt.

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity

Excerpt from End of the Road,

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A Mirage in the Distance (Writing as Curiosity)

 

Could it possibly be her?

The splitting image of my greatest mistake?

Each freckle on her face, more revolting than the last.

 

I suffocate

At such a resemblance

I remain paralyzed.

 

Is it truly her?

My greatest mistake?

The root of my regrets?

 

Has she wandered back into my life

Four years after the Great spring cleaning?

 

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Curiosity

Excerpt from End of the Road

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