Deceased Thoughts from a Living Mind
By Eli L Riché
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"There comes a time when we, as human beings, must realize that life has more to offer than joy and pain. It has words and legacies that need to be expressed and fulfilled. Life gives us sensations and complexities that wash over our soul like energy untouched. I feel like it's my goal, my job, my desire to share these energies with you. I want you to be able to touch them with tongue, with mind and with spirit."
Eli L Riché
Born in 1984, Eli Riche is one of the young voices of tomorrow. Although young in age, he has experienced a wealth of emotion and has been able to translate them into meaningful poems that act as guides, strength and hope for others. Of his poetry, Eli offers this message: "Poetry is like the message of life, wrapped around several trees trying to figure out which way to flow and blow away its leaves in the breeze." Hopefully after reading these entries, you will find which way for your leaves to blow in your everyday life.
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Deceased Thoughts from a Living Mind - Eli L Riché
© 2011 by Eli L Riché. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
Published by AuthorHouse 05/08/2012
ISBN: 978-1-4520-3311-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4520-3312-9 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4520-3313-6 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011906429
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Contents
Introduction
I
Dear Momma… . A Letter to You
Interference
Scared to Love
Soul Divided
This is Love & Not Sex… . Isn’t It?
Why Is a Broken Heart The Thing To Love?
My Belief
It’s Too Late for Withering Willow
Black Moon
Cold, Complacent, Window
I’m always Fine
The Perfect Pen
I Crush
Letter to Angel
Mirrored Love… Sad
River Run Rate
The True Meaning of Pain
II.
Into The Death
Fade 2 Black
Swan Song
Ghost
Better off without you, better off with you
Breathe… If the Leader Allows It
Think, Worry and Forget
The Whipping Post (Ode to Love)
Not of What I Was
I Give Up
Ashes
Sunshine through Peppered Glass (Signs)
Little Brown Bird
A Heart That Beats Away
Breathing, Living and Thinking for Me
Never Look Back
Death’s Jump
III.
And If Gets Me Halfway
Continent of Thoughts
Angel’s Promise
I Quit
Reflections of Me
Unfinished
Give Up On Love
Red Tears of an Angel
Then You Have to Leave Again
Miss U
Playa
What The Fuck
Before I Ended Up With You
Negros Love
The Road That Lies Within You
Please (Message to God) Volume One
Spaces
Crying Equals Acceptance
IV.
Only U… Reminds Me
Aroused
Everything is Bigger in Texas
Damn, Freak
And It Hurts
So Hard (In the Morning)
Take My Hand
I Will Be
Boi pussy dreams
Whispered
Stripper’s Song
Oh this man I love
V.
Friend
Builder
Someone (The Victim)
Cares (The Abuser’s Story)
A Child’s Life
Gossip Girl
VI.
Love is Funny
Indecision
Life is a Game, a Missing Piece in the Struggle
Anyone Can Please You (But Only I Love You)
Un-Noticed
My Body
Being Broke Is Everything
Before I Entered
Forget Me Not
Swimming East
Feeling the Same Way That I Do
Be Yourself
Random-Ness-That Confusingly
Leads to No-Where
-Switch-
I’m going back To Puerto Rico
God
Thank You
Introduction
I’m not the perfect writer. I am definitely not the type of person whom corrects everything to the T. I am simply me. Eli Riché. By all accounts, many people believe that I write with a passion that is unmatched however, I know plenty of better and more well received writers (which is why I tell those people to get into a book store more often!). There has only ever, been one person who has completely understood my person, my being, me in a nutshell. That person is me. That person can only be me.
I am going to let you, the world, into my simple yet complex mind.
Read, laugh
Read, cry
Read, and cuss me out
As long as you read, I’m happy
I’m not going to do some big crazy intro type of thing; instead I’ll leave
you with this.
Many people told me I would be nothing like my daddy
Some went as far as to say my sexuality was a curse
For years it felt like my own mother had abandoned me
Yet one day I healed myself up as if I was my own doctor, hospital and nurse
I ain’t no superman or miracle worker
I’m just me
I ain’t trying to achieve world peace with a speech
I’m just me… writing my poetry
So if you don’t like what you read, turn to the next page
If you don’t like what you see, have someone read it to you
If you just don’t like me…
Well too damn bad, because at the end of the day
I’m still going to be here
In the same spot that God left me according to his plan
Now go get comfortable, hopefully with a nice cool drink in hand, and read and rest. Just a fair warning though, some of the poems contain adult language, sexual references, and me in angry mode. Just wanted to let you know, that once you leave this page, you are entering into…
My heart, soul and my mind.
I
Wounded by Love
-As we all may be one day… someday… soon
(My mother was never lying)
Dear Momma . . . . A Letter to You
saw him die, yes it did kill me inside
As much of an ass that he was
I didn’t want him to die because
People can be fixed, you showed me that a long time ago
But that car hit him and the Angel of Death said that he had to go
I stood there mesmerized
Looking into his hazel eyes
And not once did I start to cry
I thought what goes around comes back around five time harder, ten times sharper
And then I saw his tears as he reached for my hand
The hand of his man, and still there is where I’d stand
His fingers touched mine lightly and they started to shake
I wanted that poor bastard to hyperventilate
And I couldn’t even think, that this would be his last day
His last play of his last game
I was such a jerk… couldn’t even help myself because I felt pain before, and I wanted him to feel it for himself
But as soon as my mind got darker
His brother ran past me and called the police and his private doctor
Once the ambulance arrived, I sat beside my dying man
And listened to him struggle to tell me something
At first I didn’t care, I was too fucking bitchy
Then the heart machine had stopped and started, that shit was tricky it caught my attention and I looked into his eyes once more
It hurt me badly because his tears did start to pour
He said he was sorry for the way that he had treated me thus far
And if he got patched up then he would change and be on par
With me… and how I treated him usually
And I thought to myself… almost musically
That if I stay… I would only be in the way
but I didn’t let his hand go
And it was the first time that I said it… the words came out so very slow
don’t die on me, I’m glad you want to try to make things better,
but once we got to the hospital… he couldn’t make things better
He had moved on, and I was a dick on this last day
So tell me momma, can you truly forgive me?
Remember momma, that day you held me
In late June, and told me that I should be happy
I couldn’t be myself because he hurt me
A graduation and a reappearance by a deity
Not trying to call him a god at all but he meant a lot to me
But she said now come on E . . .
He was the first guy that I fell in love with
Not that puppy dog love… but real love like I was his bitch
I was down for almost anything that he suggested
Even if it was far out and a thought couldn’t be manifested
He took his time trying to get to know my body
But my mind and spirit were first before he got on top of me
I remember making love was like a symphony
With violins playing in the background of my heart’s chest cavity
The times we fought there was no real backlash
Said he had to have me, even when he was being an ass
Never let it get to the point of no return
You know the point where your body and heart both just crash and burn
I remember when he proposed to me that was the day that started this
up and down tragedy because I said no even though he meant more than life to me couldn’t look at myself in the mirror anymore… afraid of what
I’d see
I died that day because he took a trip and didn’t come back
He didn’t come back
I died that day because instead of believing myself, I looked the wrong
way
I looked the wrong way…
Six months later, it’s my high school graduation
And almost like masturbation, I truly felt stimulation
Not sexually but emotionally because a little to the right of you
Was someone who was alright and cool
He had returned and he asked me out to dinner
We went to his apartment later on, and he grinned like he was a winner
But I only went to tell him that we were completely done
You can not block the moon with your sun…
So after hearing that,