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This is dedicated to my girls! I love you all. I wrote this poem sometime in December (2005). I still can't think of a title for it. Let me know if any of you think of one.
 
Untitled by MB

Dumped   behind
Left           abandoned
   Stuck in a rut
One after another
      lights fizzle & die
a glimmer of something better
  fades so quickly
I barely remember
     what the glow of love
             looks like
Somedays I think too much
  of a kiss
 so quick, yet so
      much possiblity
I wonder what might have hapened
  if it was more   than a kiss
                             I've been there
                               before,
it doesn't always
   turn out right
 Stuck in a rut
I have been in a place
    I never thought I would have been
  His apartment
was small &
 I didn't leave until
    the sun way just coming up



I am still waiting for
   my forever, but I keep getting
                 "I'll call."
                                        Silence

Abandoned
     feeling cold     unwanted
Somedays 
    estrogen runs so hot
blood begins to boil
  & the ranting comenses
We gather around
    cheesecake & coffee
later it's
   wine & more wine
                 We all have our issues
      men

We bond with our     eyes glazed &
    our hearts empty
            or broken    or both
She's having another
   baby
She wants one so
   badly
We all want to be
   loved

She is with someone she
       doesn't love
       She is with someone that
doesn't love her

 She doesn't even know what love is

Neither do I

Only one of us truely feels loved
  & even she calls crying in the night
So young but we feel so old
      Is it too late for us?



I met a guy on the dance floor
    I've always said that was
                      impossible
It didn't go any-
   where
but neither did the one
                            before

Alone
     dumped
That is such an ugly word
                   I am not garbage
        I cannot be thrown away
I am a woman
   I need no man
                                  to be whole
but what I want is a different    story
      A picture faded
with age        yellowed
   and frayed
A mother    A father
  A son         A daughter

Everyone smiles
  even the dog     
                       I don't want a dog
I want a family
   a man      that will
NOT leave
   Children to raise
         and teach how
             to be crazy wild
      & free
Oh & all the happiness
  Well, that naturally follows

I can't wait for my daughter
    to slam her door    and scream
   "I hate u."
then I'll know I'm
         doing my job



When I meet this man
    is of no concern
I will love my children just the same
     I'll just let God worry about
the rest.

Being left behind
       isn't always a bad thing
when your looking
    forward
at someone else's past
      you can see your own future

If only us girls would listen to each other.