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RickAdamsPoetry
RickAdamsPoetry
Self-published poet and short story writer. / Visit my author page on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/rickadamspoetry and follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/RickAdamsPoetry
a deafening silence screams between them he sits looking at her with an open mind and an open heart she sits looking down hiding behind her barriers one day, he thinks one day she will break through the barriers she will break through any afflictions that may exist he smiles at her knowing that she is beautiful through the pain through the sadness through the emotions through the fear she is beautiful for her his arms will be open his mind will be open his heart will be open he will give her the love that she deserves
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
a distance between them
from my book "this and that and everything in between" - https://www.amazon.com/author/rickadamspoetry each night when I go to bed I lay on my side because there are knives in my back and knives in my heart lying on my back or on my chest would only push the knives in further and deeper as if they’re not far and deep enough I have managed to remove some of the knives and continue to live while bleeding through the open wounds although I suppose removing the knives doesn’t matter at this point for every knife that I remove there’s another one or two or three that are stuck in me I don’t even feel the pain anymore I just know that the knives are there and so do those who stuck them there I remember who stuck each knife and when they stuck it in and stupidly I forgave a couple of them only for them to stick the knife in me again never trust the hand that stabbed you even once if they stab you once they will stab you again some may remove the knife and heal the wound themselves but this is rare the majority if not all of those who stuck the knife in you would rather watch you bleed to death than remove the knife and heal your wound yet I am not bleeding to death I am not dying so with that I shall remove each and every one of these knives if anything each one of these knives has only made me stronger if I can survive this I can survive anything
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
knives
no matter the personal situations no matter the pain no matter the sadness no matter the conflicts no matter the frustrations no matter what lies on the surface beneath all of that is pure beauty your heart wants to be filled with love and my heart has love to give so come to me we shall complete one another we shall make each other whole our hearts shall become one our love will remain strong no matter what
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
no matter
thirty years, it has been thirty years of pain thirty years of wondering thirty years of questioning thirty years of not knowing thirty years of crap just plain old crap the same crap over and over and over and over thirty years thirty years of feeling like I don't belong belong here belong there belong anywhere I'm smart, I've been told I'm nerdy, I've been told I have goals, I've been told I know what I want in life, I've been told those things I've been told as if they are bad things negative things the wrong things as if to say "no, no, no, you're not cool unless you're a lazy unmotivated ******** that's not me never was me never will be me so to those who told me those things, the hell with them their attitude stinks worse than a beer ****
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
thirty years
she and I argued tonight we were going out to eat I wore black pants with white socks she said that I looked stupid this is how I dress, I said you can’t go like that, she said I can and I will, I said we argued, argued, argued she had enough and she left I drank wine and ate pizza and I wrote a few poems one of them being this one
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
socks
I live in 2300 square feet of dark cold house. there are steel canisters of fresh ground coffee. there is a coffeemaker that is old but working. there is a cedar box full of discount cigars. there is a wooden rack stocked with cheap varietals. there is a media player with hours of blues tunes. there is a desk with pens and reams of lined paper. take those away from me and I will have nothing.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
all that I own
last night was our night we went to a show and the show started and we watched the show and we liked the show and the show was over and so was our night
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
our night
twin brothers were out celebrating their 40th birthday. to their left there were babies and toddlers in strollers. to their right there were elderly people in wheelchairs. when the brothers were leaving they turned out of the parking lot onto a three-lane highway. they were in the middle of the road.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
strange things
last night was spent with my five friends; my five best friends in the whole wide world. their names are Cabernet, Pinot, Merlot, Bordeaux and Shiraz. they are always there when I need them; they relax me and soothe me. they help me through my problems, dull my pain, and help me sleep at night. they will never ignore me, avoid me, desert me, deceive me, lie to me or steal from me. we were all together late last night, my five friends and I. when we started the night, they were full of body and color. before I knew it, four of my five friends were gone. the only one left was Merlot. it was late and I was tired. they’re good at that, my five friends. they’re good at making me feel tired and sleepy. they’re good at playing tricks on me too. “how do you feel?” asked Merlot. “I feel good,” I replied. “well,” said Merlot, “just wait until morning…”
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
my five friends
I take a break from writing, go to a diner not too far from my house. I walk in and grab a local newspaper and sit down at the counter. I order a ham and cheese sandwich on toasted wheat and a water. I open the local newspaper and start reading. a man is sitting a couple seats down on my left having a cup of coffee and also reading the local newspaper. “everybody’s crazy,” he tells me. “I guess so,” I tell him without looking up from my paper. “must be something in the water,” he tells me. I just smile and nod. he finishes his coffee, folds the newspaper and tosses it aside, drops fifty cents on the counter and walks out. I finish my meal, pay and leave a tip, walk out and leave to go back home. while I’m driving my stomach turns and bubbles and growls and then it feels like my insides drop straight down and overcrowd my bowels. must be something in the water.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
taking a break