Sapphic Voices Poetry

Poetry by Malise Adair

Poetry Set One

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Sunday Morning

Copyright © by Malise Adair, April 22, 2005

It's Sunday morning
But ignorance is bliss
I'm just a child
This was not on my to-do list
I never meant to be this way
I never meant to play this game
I should not know all I do
But somehow I know I'll pull through
He looks at me like I am mad
She looks at me like she is sad
I don't know which brings more shame
Their horror or my sickly fame
People staring hard at me
People wondering where I'll be
All these people want to know
Where it is I want to go

It's Sunday morning
I should be in bed
Thinking of your love is conquering my head
I never meant to do this to you
Never meant to follow these rules
Never meant to look inside
And take all that you had to hide
You laugh at me like I am wrong
I know I have been all along
And though you say that it's okay
I need to end this anyway
Take my love and press it down
While my world is spinning round
Take my love and keep away
Save me for a rainy day

If I Were Not, But I Am

Copyright © by Malise Adair, April 23, 2005

If I were not so empty
I'm sure I'd weep for you

If I were not so broken
I'm sure you'd love me, too

But see, you turned your back on me
And tell me to forgive

I know that you might be right
But it's not the way I live

If I were not so foolish
I'm sure I'd still have you

If you were not so hasty
I'm sure you'd have me, too

But we were both quite nasty
And we know what we did

I did not fulfill you
And I guess that he did

And if I ever see you
I'd want you just to die

To fall down on the ground
As I'd simply walk by

If I were not so hateful
Then maybe we'd be friends

If you were not so wasteful
Maybe we'd begin again

But I am empty, broken
Foolish, nasty
Hateful and more

So I guess it's no wonder
I don't know what I'm living for.

Love Her

Copyright © by Malise Adair, April 23, 2005

Of course, you may judge me by how I look
I don't mind if you have a shallow opinion of who I am
By how I dress and what my arms look like
You can label me, you can tear me apart with your empty words
Don't think that I don't hear them
Because I do.

I just don't care anymore.

I know who I am, and I know what is in my soul.
Maybe this darkness scares you, but if you can't
Accept the reality of this,
Then why do you judge me at all?

I have gone through pain you cannot being to imagine
Why do you think I do not speak to you?
It is hopeless for you you to try and understand,
So just don't try.
You will only make things worse for me.

I want so much to be like you
I cry wishing things were different-
That I were different
But I can't change my heart.

I always have and I always will
Love her.

Stephanie

Copyright © by Malise Adair, July 10, 2005

Terrible
Is how I feel
Torn
And dejected
Devastated
That I've found love
Overjoyed
That I've found sympathy
Relieved
That now I'm forced to leave you.
After all my obsession
After everything we said
I never thought
It would be too fast
But now I am away
Time has elapsed
And cleared my vision
Put my head in its place
Not straight
But back where I should be
For once
For one time in my life
I can't please my friends
I can't consider following what they say
They don't want me to leave you
But does it matter what they want
If I do?
I thought I loved you
And then I was corrected
What I felt was a shadow
What I needed was someone
To play a game with
Someone to be there
When my lust got the better of me
To add to the heat
Of the hot summer afternoons
Sweat on the back of our necks
Hair in our faces
Listening to the jokes
Created by pigs and slowly evolving
Into a way of life
A way of life that now
I don't want.
Terrible
Is how I am
I am terrible.
I am fickle
I am twisted
I am unforgivable
I marvel at the grace of God
That he would forgive me for this
This sin
For leaving you
But it's what I have to do.

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