Pain Falls (Writing as Curiosity)

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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.
Published by Lulu.com in Print and e-book.
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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
Published by Lulu.com in Print and e-book.

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

Published by Lulu.com in Print and e-Book.

Do You Ponder Me Yet? (Writing as Curiosity)

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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
Excerpt from End of the Road
Published by Lulu.com in Print and e-book.
 

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.
Writing as Curiosity
Excerpt from End of the Road
Published by Lulu.com in Print and e-book.
 

Moments We Shared (Writing as Curiosity)

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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.
Excerpt from End of the Road
Published online at Lulu.com in Print and e-book.

Then and Now (Writing as Curiosity)

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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.
Writing as Curiosity
Excerpt from End of the Road
Published on Lulu.com in Print and e-Book.