Pen and Paper, Wood and Nails
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Pen and Paper, Wood and Nails gathers four poetry collections:
Permanent Ink on Temporary Pages details a narrator's struggle to find his place in the world as he drifts through parallel universes, replaces the people around him with fictional characters, scatters his poetry to the wind, and keeps the things he can't bear to lose by writing them down.
A Means to an Ens follows the last man on earth. Years after waking up to find himself seemingly alone in the world, the narrator heads out on a journey to find any sign of life in a desolate place, but is instead confronted by the ghosts of his past.
Build Yourself Better chronicles two people who meet, fall in love, fall out, and then fall apart, and what they do in the aftermath with the pieces that remain.
B-Sides and Rarities features poems originally cut from the above collections.
David J. Lovato
I live in Kansas City, where I spend most of my time reading, writing, or reading and writing.
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Pen and Paper, Wood and Nails - David J. Lovato
David J. Lovato
Copyright © 2014 David J. Lovato
Cover art © 2014 David J. Lovato
All rights reserved.
Contents:
At Rest in the Sea
Letters
Faded.
Sunday Calls for Cloudy Skies
Alone
Shadows and Fingerprints
The Back of the Room
Yearbook
Pages
Be There
In the House Across the Street
On the Mend
I Could Have Shined
Love on a Page
Contronym
Poetries
Afterword
At Rest in the Sea
Edgar Allan Poe once said,
The death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical topic in the world.
Could he have predicted it would be done to death?
That people would write it and write it until it lost all meaning?
I like to believe that he sleeps in the sea
In something like peace with his Annabel Lee
Because if he rose from his sepulchre, emerged from the waves
I’m not sure he’d like what he sees.
And of course I’m not innocent,
I write the same thing over and over again
I just write it a different way every time
And hope no one notices or at least doesn’t mind.
It isn’t a death in the literal sense,
More like a forking of roads, a departure, an end
Because everyone I see and everyone I meet
Eventually walks away from me
By writing them down, in some way they stay
But all I am left with are words on a page.
I’d write about the road, the departure, the end
But it never quite carries the weight of a friend.
I keep writing letters because darkness is better
Than brightness, at least as a theme
The ocean’s not wetter than tears once unfettered
By the loss of a beautiful thing:
A woman, a man, a faraway land
A friend only met in a dream
A loss is a loss if it’s driving its cost
If you’ve ever lost, you know what I mean.
If we all write the same thing, and keep on repeating
To those who have lost love, it still has some meaning
So maybe Poe’s still at rest in the sea
And I will carry these pages like birds within cages
Until I’m ready to set them all free.
Letters
Dear --,
Growing up I always thought you were cute
And I wished my friends would be nicer to you
It feels strange to see how pretty you grew up to be
And I’m sorry that ring on your finger keeps me from talking to you
Especially since my friends still do.
Dear --,
I swear I saw you the other day
I can’t tell for sure because I turned away
And I felt bad even though we never got past hello
Because even if I could think of what to say,
It’s always been my nature to turn away.
I don’t like being alone
But I have learned to live with it
I get lost inside these letters
And sleep among these sentences
But words can’t love me back
I can’t build a family with a paragraph
And any thoughts or ideas they may have
Are just my own I wrote down on the page looking back.
Dear --,
While everyone was fucking with my heart
You were the only one to warn me from the start
But it wasn’t anything I wanted to hear
So I’m sorry you’re the only one I wouldn’t listen to
And I thank you for being the only one to tell the truth.
Dear --,
I’m sorry I don’t reach out to you
The way I’m shy and awkward when we meet in public, too
I’m sorry I let it get to me and let you down
Even if we seem like we are far apart,
I hope you know I hold our friendship sweetly in my heart.
If I prefer to be alone
I hope that you can live with it
I get sidetracked by these letters
And spend time with these sentences
But I can’t be friends with words
You can’t build a bond with nouns and verbs
And if they cry or laugh with you,
It’s just because you wrote them to.
How cruel it is to be
A master of words who can’t feel anything.
How sad it is to see
A stack of pages are all that live with me.
Dear myself,
Why don’t you spend some time with someone else?
Who says something you didn’t pen
See the world, get on the mend
Instead of writing letters you won’t ever send.
Faded.
My favorite word
At least today
It streaks across the page
And like the ink that forms the word,
It has faded away.
A sharper sound at the start
It dulls at the end
Just like the word implies
Faded.
Something was there, but isn’t anymore
Just enough is left that it can still be traced
Like a fleeting memory, a glimpse
Of what once was but never will be again
Like summer haze rising up above the pavement
Like autumn days tracked along the streets like leaves,
Faded.
An illusion, a mirage
Just enough is left to prove it ever was
Like brumal days
Wrapped in blankets by the flames
That fade away
There they were, but now they’re gone
I have no proof, but memories remain
And someday they’ll be gone, too
Faded away, much like the rain that came
And took our love away
That turned to ice when winter showed its face
And made the autumn fade away
That cold embrace, like icy lace
Tracing everything within this place
Until we’re jaded.
Still, I know they say
Hope springs eternal.
The snow will melt and drain away
And like all else, will simply fade
Unclear now, or was it ever there?
So all we had and all we gave
Just like the ink upon the page,
Faded.
Sunday Calls for Cloudy Skies
I know you loved me
And I’d love to know you know that I loved you
But I’m a puzzle piece
And with time the sides wear off, and we just don’t fit together anymore.
I loved you, you know
I guess you’d want to know where all our wants had gone
And where it is I go
To fill the holes we made in pulling apart from each other
And pulling each other apart
I’m not here to make amends
Or make excuses or repent
I just want you to know
We may have gone our separate ways
Washed away our sunny days
Burned the bridge and closed the road
Used rotting wood to build new homes
But I’ll still hang your picture in the hallway.