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Emotionally InvestedHe slowly fills me in on his life,
Telling me about his losses and confusion.
I long to ease his suffering.
Tears silently fall from my eyes
While he smokes a Marlbro.
He is blind to the here and now
As he shares his painful memories.
Briefly he sees my tears,
Tells me that he's not worth crying over.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone,
Drag them into his unsteady life.
He'd rather be alone,
For he knows that
If she were to say that she wanted to fix them,
He'd take her back in a heartbeat.
He'd welcome her once again into his open arms.
It leaves me torn and concerned,
Leaves me emotionally invested,
I can't tell him,
Because he won't approve,
Doesn't want me falling for him.
But it's a little too late.
I'm already emotionally invested.
You SaidYou say that you want me to move in with you,
That you want me back in your life.
But you're the one who walked out of mine.
How can I believe what you say?
You said that you didn't mean to disappear,
Didn't mean to hurt me.
Yet you did it anyways.
Why would I trust what you've said?
You told me that you still love me,
But when I tell you the same thing,
You don't see how,
When not even five minutes earlier,
You told me
"You don't just stop loving someone."
How can I believe what you tell me,
When you don't believe it yourself?
Yesterday, Today, TomorrowYesterday,
My ex stopped by.
I broke down,
And he saw my tears,
It was almost as if nothing bad happened
As he kissed me for the last time.
Not one song
Can explain how I feel.
Cut and paste
The memories brought to the surface.
I want to cry into a full bathtub
As my speakers play
Songs for the broken-hearted,
And my sweet release
Lets the pain flow freely.
I might regret standing there
For so long,
And letting my vulnerability
Be so exposed.
My heart might start to heal,
My pain may start to dull,
My weaknesses become my strength.
May never come...
Where Is Your Reality?I can feel the bass through my feet.
Lights flash before my eyes
In a blur of color.
Neon clothes and make-up
Glow beneath the black light.
Bodies are being mashed together
In a dancing frenzy.
We hug people we've just met,
And become part of their family
The next weekend.
We all instinctively follow
A short code of conduct;
That make up
Our underground world.
We forget reality
And go by different names.
People recognize one another
By simple pieces of jewelry.
I am Star Burst.
I am a raver.
I am one of thousands.
Where is your reality?
The Wrong Cards Were PlayedOur marriage isn't going to happen
Quite the way we wanted.
Everything has to be put on hold
For a few years,
Because the wrong cards were played.
We have more time to plan things
In more detail,
And we have time to save up.
But I'll be without you
For a few Years
Because the wrong cards were played.
I know everything is left up to fate,
But we also have free will
And the power of choice.
Now I will have to Suffer
Here without you
For a few years
because of your choices
And the wrong cards were played.
So Much For Staying Friends...You had someone text me
Asking for me to not contact you anymore...
What is that about?
It's been over three months
Since I've talked to you...
I only called you once,
Sent you one text,
and one friend request online...
I miss you.
What is so hard to understand about that?
So much for staying friends...
Just because things didn't work out as we planned,
Doesn't mean we fade into a distant memory of one another...
Ignorance is BlissWhen someone says ignorance is bliss
It's a lie.
She doesn't see
The pain she is causing.
It all started
One quiet summer day
With bubble tea.
I started to fall for her.
Her pale skin,
Soft blonde hair,
Beautifully blue eyes,
That was eight months ago
Her ignorance is her bliss,
But it's also my pain.
Every call goes to voicemail.
Each text goes unanswered.
Where did I go wrong?
What did I do?
She doesn't see
The pain she is causing.
I long to look into her blue eyes,
Touch her pale skin,
Play with her blonde hair,
And see that perfect smile.
But she's forgotten about me
I love her
More than she sees
And as each day passes,
The pain only gets worse.
When someone says ignorance is bliss
It's a lie.
She doesn't see
The damage she has done,
The pain she has caused.
For My Grandfather:: A tributeMy grandfather was only 66,
On September 25, 2010
When he left this world.
I miss him,
More than I have shown.
I haven't cried,
Haven't let my emotions be seen.
I can barely keep
My head level.
Do I have the ability
To keep a lid tightly sealed?
Hearts seem to beat slower
During a funeral,
Or a memorial.
Tears fall faster than most realize.
We take the time to grieve,
Those who have left this earth.
Some leave without pain,
Others pass on without remembering
The day before,
Or that they told their son,
Directly for the first time,
"I love you, Scott."
My dad became a little misty-eyed
As he said,
"I love you, too, Dad "
Liver cancer made my grandpa give up
A severe infection
Put him in pain.
Mersa in his blood,
Made him lose
His last shred of hope
You will forever be remembered
In our hearts,
And in our spirits.
I love you, Papa
I miss you
In the corners of my eyes,
Threatening to fall...
I walk in the door
And know that
Even though there might be people home,
My bed will be empty,
And these threatening tears will fall,
Only to hit a cold pillow...
I love you...
My heart aches every time we're apart...
Please help me cease these tears...
I don't know exactly what to do...
It makes me feel helpless
To know that I can't function completely
I love you so much...
Help me understand
What I'm going through...
This is all new to me...
As these tears threaten to fall...
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th)Prehistory’s iPad.
When light hit the water
a supernova dance of
scurrying dust swayed
in their amber infinite.
When the wind tapped,
the waves flapped their feathers
and spread into
a migration of curly black lines
on a child’s drawing,
choppy pattern after choppy pattern,
wave conforming to wave
into a wallpaper covering
algae, flotsam, dead bricks, dead stone,
until the irregular birds changed the flow.
Be it the duck that draped a dress
behind in a V-shaped groove,
or the pudding-plump coots
who gently honked, imprinting
flat bubbles on water.
They live in the reflection of Life.
Fringed by feathers like icy mountaintops
and dead fish bloated on pollution,
an Irn Bru bottle imitates the nature it killed.
An orange bread packet is ignored by the mallard
for the tragedy it brought to town.
It’s a flat town, a houseless town,
but still a moving community of
twig islets and breadcrumb empires.
Fringing on their utopia is us,
us standing still from dry grey pavement
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
StarsThe stars in the sky
Glow like fireflies
In the thin veil of the night
Pale glow to be seen
His brilliant beauty
Charm the gods
I can feel the chill on her shallow breath
And the color's draining from her youthful face
She's bleeding out, I tell you
In red, yellow, and orange
And there ain't a single thing we can do
She'll want to be buried just like her mother
Laid to rest in a simple white coffin
No roses set on her grave
It's not warming
But it's final
Even as the rest of the world
Collapses into her absence
Perhaps she knows
Perhaps she's always known
Citron SunriseDimples accompany her smile,
like children opening their first birthday present
or wise women reminiscing.
Morning fog, sighing over the hills,
calling a lost friend.
Soft, unrelenting voice,
tart like lemon cheesecake,
softened by cream ravines
and crumbling mountains.
Canary wings in flight,
yellow haze seducing fireflies,
taking us away to
beginning and end.
The ViodThe darkness is surrounding me.
Looking left and right is this dark depth of nothing.
I am not sure where to go because all i see is black.
Getting confuse just walking and maybe even in place.
I hope this is a dream, because i don't want to live here anymore.
Continue to just seeing all but nothing, and getting scared inside.
Just waiting to explode and scream out my inner demons.
Saying that this isn't so.
I don't want this to be my end.
Wondering and wondering to no avail.
Going more insane by the minute.
Trying to look deep inside me.
Hoping and striving for a light or a way out.
Starting to wonder more and more if their even is a way out.
But this walking doesn't do any good.
So i sit and wait, while my madness take over.
Nothing to see out here but on the inside.
Thinking about what i must have done wrong in order to escape.
While also thinking that their must be a light that will spark and shine the way out.
This can't be the end, so i guess i just have to look forwa
The MoonNight Sky Black as Pitch
Startling Diamond Moon
A Quilt of Stars and a Stitch
Morning Comes Too Soon
A Cheshire Smile in The Sky
Clever Grin To See
A Wispy Cloud Shields My Eye
And Takes Takes The Moon From Me.
RainLooking into the sky,
I watch every tear fall
ever so slightly from the heavens.
"Why are you sad?"
The sky answers with a thunderous boom.
The sun hides away,
almost as if it were afraid of the sky.
It's so cold.
I stand in the rain,
in wait for the sun to come out again.
In the meantime though,
I let the tiny drops of ice
shatter on my bare skin.
Warmth no longer exists.
Night PersonifiedI am the night
Can you see me?
If you can at all.
Sometimes I can be completely dark,
The moon lights your path.
She sits in my sky
Watching over all
As I blanket the world in darkness.
No one realizes that I blanket them.
They take me for granted.
Yet I'm here
As I have been since the dawn of time.
I am the dark that falls before you fall into slumber
I hold the stars for you to watch
In wonder and in awe.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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