Remembering
Slamming doors
Rain pours
Stinging my skin

Yellow lines flash by
Asphalt slide
Say goodbye

Sudden stop
I forgot
To say I love you

(requiem for my soul)

With the terrible news
of heartbreaking loss,
grief begins trickling
through my veins
like droplets of rain
on a windowpane.

Its toxic flow
grows stronger as
realization sets in.

Sorrow rises
in my throat
like tall weeds,
reaching for the sun,
taking over my garden
of well being.

Yet, I cannot
help wondering
if the majority
of my grief
is for him
or, selfishly,
my own loss.

Gut-wrenching
Heartache

Streams of tears
and audible sobs

I can't catch my breath.

Everything is cold
Dark
Lonely

Grief tears at my heart
Shreds through my voice
Squeezes my lungs
Crushing me under its weight

Shoulder shaking cries pour from my soul
and drip onto the pages of what could have been

He looked about the room
turned his smile on her
Those big, brown eyes, they flashed
she saw a ripple in his fur

Hypnotized by caveman magic
she surrendered to his charms
Took vows of matrimony
and fell into his arms

He drags her by the hair each night
has his way with her
She teaches him to party hearty
and she calls him Sir

He's a caveman, yes, a throwback type
he's just a little crude
But he's got more than boyfriend before
and you should see him nude

Babies make me smile
no matter what the kind
I love to see them laugh
at the new things that they find

My lips are bound to curl
at bouncy, blonded hair
dandelions tied with ribbons
petals blowing in the air

Or maybe puppy-dogs
I like the old ones too
I just can't decide
The [ONE] I want,or two?

Smiles are free, let's give them away
I've got a few for you
I'll bet you've got some spare ones
If not , there's always new

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In every struggle, there's a hidden strength,
A testament to our will, to go any length.
For it's not the change, but the hate, that makes us wise,
In the heart of the struggle, our true self lies.
But how do I know the right from wrong
reality changes and I don't feel as strong
People get older
The world getting colder
In the heart of the struggle,
Only the world seems to lie.

My favorite book sits in the middle of my book shelf
I finished it the other week, but something doesn't feel the same
I go back and re read my favorite chapters sometimes when i miss it
Maybe one day I'll pick up a different book and discover the beauty of it
But i don't think i am ready to let go of the beauty of this one
I still read this book, even though i know the ending will stay the same
I still read those chapters
OUR chapters

I’m greeted by my faithful chair
With its leather arms, wide open
I awaken the kettle, to get myself settled
Fetch a book, and ignite the fire

I dare to intrude, on my puppy dog’s snooze
And am gifted a look that is joy
Nestled up on his bed, not a care in the world
We savour the peace, as he lays with his toy

The fire’s desire, to amuse and distract
Is apparent to all in the room
It embraces the faces, from the dog to the clock
That are gripped by the power it has

I hope you wonder
If I'm thinking of you
I'll bet you're thinking
I've got nothing to do

But boy, just hold on
I've got a newsflash
You're not in my head
I can't feel the backlash

I hope you're home alone
Thinking of the situation
But I'm not here to fight
Or start an altercation

And I ripped that picture
Tore it down the middle
I feel like Rome is burning
I'm Nero playing the fiddle