Today
Category: Writing and Poetry

Today

Too early, can't

sleep, see you every hour,

really late, later...

Have to shower,

10 minutes, with you

on my mind.

Might have to cut it…

Five? Your favorite number

despite one day after

four, in July spilled tears,

saw you cry, why today? (not my day)

Spend all this time

getting my hair just right,

for what?

My mind its own, internal mess.

I ask, but I already know, it's cold outside

and therefore covered

up with snow,

let the wind get hold,

drip on your doorstep,

freeze, leave, left my

heart at home, but it's

not here…

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It Was Written
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

It Was Written

A child's footsteps

left behind

the rubber ball still

laying in the grass.

Not a car

drives by on that street

anymore.

FOR SALE

rooted deep

into the earth…

It's dying, falling

apart at the seams

as it seems

Weeks at a time

sleepless nights

go by,

finally,

cover story material

Have your favorite

cereal, splurge

a little, new fragrance,

new shirt,

$200 bottle of alcohol

for later,

to toast

the promotion and

hard work,

To the little girl

who made it possible

to headline,

although name, they

can't find, don't know

Broke through

hand cramps and tired eyes,

a late night write

was written

to read, but blind.

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Renovation
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Renovation

Unlikely candidate,

cracking, crumbling

under pressure

yet entertain

the possibility

it wasn't what it

seemed,

never what it seems.

Actively looking,

leaking roof,

rusting floors,

communication

confidently collapsing,

repairs, rehabilitation

not likely

trust trapped

no escaping,

creatively confined

within the lines

of railroad ties,

grounded flights,

air constricted,

push past

pathways, submerged

through sensitive eyes,

sensitive mind,

this flat plain of space…

and its oppressive nature,

blatantly repelling,

friction overpowering

lost letters,

travelers non-existent

in a quest

on this

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Shifted
Current mood: selective
Category: Writing and Poetry

Shifted

Hidden amongst

the classifieds

to eyes not searching

for a brand-new used

car,

truck, or perhaps a boat?

There's not even a

lake

nearby.

Sold.

Free labor?

Performance unmatched

across the street,

offering services,

extended warranties

just in case

it should fall apart

unexpectedly.

Shift gears

across the highway.

Get lost? Stop.

Ask directions…

You've got to be kidding…

Forget mile markers,

lose track of time,

eventually gas…Well

at least the windshield wipers

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Not in Stone
Category: Writing and Poetry

Not in Stone

The windy night

gone

when she awoke,

shaking

over boards

blown over.

A storm's

aftermath

remained,

the cold air

holding damage

in its mist.

Her foundation

uprooted, off

galloping above the fog

like a balloon

let go

before

it was placed

around her wrist.

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Within My Heart
Category: Writing and Poetry

Within My Heart

So as of

yesterday

it was decided,

not by me, though,

so I can see

how this might,

not quite

make sense to you,

it doesn't quite

sit right with me

either, but

this is so much easier

than if I were to…

Well you know

how I am with words…

This hurts

but not in the way you

might suspect.

I tried to reject

this idea, the very

words didn't seem possible

at first,

but now after the break…

friends, buddies,

but it's almost

like nothing's changed.

No official title,

but still that vibe

I get…to write

your name on this page,

I mean, I'm

trying to tell you,

to say, well…

with a heart…

But within my heart

I know

we can't start

this all over again…

nothing's different,

my heart can't brave

the distance

it'd still be

the same pain

as before, once more

questioning my judgment

to bring this upon me,

reminding myself

that pain

and love…are really

the same thing.

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(Untitled)
Category: Writing and Poetry

(Untitled)

"We didn't get close enough, us made me feel good, a whole mess we got into, repeatedly, So hard…Walk away they said, so I did and you see…Old coats on your couch I haven't picked up for what reason… I have yet to breathe since that night you left without a kiss, but your beautiful smile is not lost to me, not yet, nor ever will it be, I want to give it back to you, to me. I want to pick up my old jacket and lay a new one down…"

I pick up my pen

just to lay it back down

staring blankly

at the page, in this place

where I hate to be,

words not my friend,

not today…tonight…

Not enough time,

not near enough lines…

That's it.

I put it in my pocket,

grabbed my coat so I could leave…

Not even halfway

out the door

and I fell into his arms,

looked into his eyes,

my words seemed suddenly free,

but right at that moment…

They didn't need to be…

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Unaccompanied
Category: Writing and Poetry

Unaccompanied

Lost on my own,

wandered here that way

street signs and landmarks,

don't know

which ones

I was supposed to take.

Finding myself here,

foreign to my surroundings,

hazy and unclear,

this place,

not ventured upon

before.

Consciously

in new territory,

No longer a protected

child,

holding hands

with fate

as my next of kin.

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Goodnight
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Goodnight

Let the rain kiss you

when the shoe strings break

Lying, thinking

going from room to room in darkness.

Blood has been harder to dam back than water.

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of
dreams,

Light breaks where no sun shines

somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond

This is a day when truths will out,

perhaps

This is the time of year

like a fading piece of cloth,

even this late it happens

Let the light of late afternoon

winds

blow the open grassy places bleak.

Mysterious and faded,

dark clouds hold still,

doubtful of this all…

I'm standing on the edge of a night

untainted, and

free

from a silent whisper.

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Away
Category: Writing and Poetry

Away

You walked

your heavy heart away

so silent, though

wetting eyes

weren't mine to see

to know

to find again.

The wind

the drops against

my cheeks see

even the sky is crying

Waiting up for your call

the one that won't come

won't fall on deaf ears

because we're not

sitting here

in the rain

pouring

you're walking away

because it was too much

to bear, to breathe

Away

is where you always

seemed

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