The Ruminative Soul: And Other Completed Works

By Drew Dick

For our soul.
Consider this a memoir,
a continuation of past feelings
and a hopeful epitaph for what I pray is finished.
For what can’t be,
what shouldn’t be,
yet what I will never stop hoping for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9781546276555

Drew Dick

A recent graduate of Central Dauphin High School, Drew Dick has always had a love for poetry. He never gave writing it a thought until high school, where teachers and friends convinced him to keep at his hobby.

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Glitch

Beauty passes by me,

my eyes transfixed

on her as she walks by.

It is futile to try

and hide my glares,

her beauty has

engulfed me.

As she walks away,

no eye catches mine.

I can do nothing

but watch as she

leaves my life for

the first and last time,

filling my soul

with that all too familiar lukewarm haze.

Such a Storm

The whistling winds of a winter evening

send a shiver up and down my spine

like a wrath

that boils your blood.

The trees sway and bleed at the

will of the confidant.

Each individual blade of grass

hews the tenant until it

can advance no further.

This must be his plot,

his scheme.

Scare us into believing.

This is a simpletons illusion,

a natural’s explanation.

Numbers

Memories so distant now

that I can’t picture you.

Can’t remember your smell,

can’t imagine what life

would be like.

These memories are

so distant now

that I don’t know that

you exist,

or if you ever existed.

Were you real,

or did I create you?

Memories are so distant

now that I don’t have them anymore.

They are gone from my mind,

like you from my soul.

Iceberg

The lust that you left branded on my soul

is not a lust of the bodily pleasures

you knew of, but a lust for love.

A lust for a woman to hold me in her

arms and truly mean everything her body tells me.

A woman who’s soft skin and radiating smile

fills my body with the warmth of fire.

A woman who’s eyes, green as emeralds,

pierce this cracked, porous landscape

that is my body and read every

stitch of fabric while

sharing some of her own.

My love you have changed,

but as have I, as have I.

Yet after all of this conditioning and transformation,

the saddest part of this story is I still

want you.

Not just your shell,

not just your soul,

you and all of you.

Nothing else will do.

But my love you have changed,

but as have I, as have I.

Mocking Bird

Your wrong.

You’re the prime example of why I have given up,

refuse to try,

and refuse to trust.

These things should not get easier as things go on.

They should get harder

or not happen at all.

There should be no next time.

There should be one true happiness,

and no more.

That should be the end of the