Friend Zone: Center Stage

Friend Zone: Center Stage…

Always the same games, with the same types, inner circles were close knit

Only room left was for you and I to sit on the stage with two mics, each night

Losing each other’s close friends to what end, the flicker of far-off brake lights

Traffic jams, maybe gridlock, where EMTs and the Reaper gather up for chit-chats,

to the gravesite dais, new insight, my voice learns to comprehend stage fright

 

Thoughts racing through my mulish head like lead, each thought hits like,

a buck-twenty behind the wheel speeding, a granite wall, the getaway

car in shadows creeping into the pale of moonlight, cops and robbers stay

on the streets prowling, I wake up, enraged, roll over and hit the bed light

guts gripping, stomach split, the anger compels my head, so I ghostwrite

 

Waterworks spring forth from my worldly orbs, like the lost side of a gunfight

Colossus sculpted from my own mind, in a place where the narrative self-writes

I find my tales crafted in lead or arm inks of my last rites, these new plights

Are led by inner demons who still fight with religious prophets, it feels like

There’s one less mind left to take flight at the lunch table, so I ape in foresight.

 

To wake up one night,

 

The pillows all permeated with sopping breaths and wet exhales of antipathy

I try to typically find the proper words, perhaps the meaningful phrasing

But they sound so clumsy, in laps stuck between praising, and now facing

when our worlds will dwindle into these passing strangers of antiquity

It’s stranger still how amply I loved her, yet I’m still fond of her iniquity

 

These memories she struggles with, lapsing emotive rushes delivered, a quiver

A hand grasped so tight, how could she not help but to fake cry, a river, a moment

A component of her own sliver or gaping hole between us, I leaned in to kiss her

But that unrequited love held her tight, in the limelight, my chest cavity shivered

As rays of emptiness reigned in, in violent heaves it led to my dethronement

 

At the bed’s edge I sat, my broken heart in hand, the once proud crown I wore

Torn in two between emotions of rage and sadness, I pondered this wasted time

What love was, the figment rushed to the hospital in that ambulance, of strife, of war

The gravesite dais, my living room, affirming my worth, sobbing on an empty floor

Rivulets of pain suffusing the lone rug neath my feet, outdoors mimic in calamitous clime.

 

From time to time I walk the meadows within my mind, searching for validation

Picking up the pieces of garbage scattered upon the grassy lea, those tattered dreams

Lost, ones I’ve never seen, how hard is it to lose something that wasn’t mine, it seems

As though this piece of art, its colors, its vibrance, its emotive brushstroke, its creation

Was not meant for my home at all, my canvas remains blank, devoid of sensation.

 

…and left unsated…

friend zone

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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “Friend Zone: Center Stage

  • May 24, 2022 at 6:15 PM
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    Great work, Paul. Phrasing and imagery portray such torment. Very emotive. Well done, Paul. Well done indeed.

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    • May 27, 2022 at 4:42 AM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis. Appreciate it. I’m glad to see you are posting more often. I will try to as well. Life gets in the way sometimes

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  • May 27, 2022 at 3:39 PM
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    There is so much going on here…but the primary drive that hits the reader is the huge heartbreak. Through everything…dreams, struggles, nightmares, stepping up to the mic, day to day moments, normal life of others (filled with street noises and realism)…you carry the heartache…and reluctantly move on! Well written. Very in depth Poem. I really got into every line.

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    • May 28, 2022 at 8:50 AM
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      Thank you so much Steve. The path to love is filled with misled roads and travails of heartache. To be honest I probably should have refined the focus of the poem more, as it seems to come across as a slam poem instead of written. I appreciate your comments. Thank again

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  • May 30, 2022 at 8:22 AM
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    What a great read Paul. Your line was award winning Slam Poetry. Amazing I could see the reader reading as I read. Your ability to bring the emotion of heartbreak to the stage and up front and ‘in our face’ (so to speak) is breathtaking. Thank you for sharing truly enjoyed. Jamie

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  • May 31, 2022 at 5:31 PM
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    Hi Paul, I really liked it. Heartbreak is never easy. Very emotive and moving piece. Your poem really touched my heart. It was like every line was telling a story. Thank you for sharing. I’ve been away from here for a while, and I’m sure I’ve missed reading a lot of beautiful works. Once again thank you for this beautiful poem. Take care and stay blessed.

    Best wishes!!

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