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You call me when you are sad
and need someone to talk to.
You come over at midnight
to cry in my arms because
your boyfriend dumped you.
You say I'm as sweet as can be
and that I'd be the greatest
guy a girl could wish for.
Yet you don't see
the love I have for you.
The compassion that all
those other guys
haven't showed you,
and I have.
You say you can never
find a guy nice enough
for you.
But there is one for you
that you have
been overlooking.
Drops of the ocean thicker than blood today,
The name which runs through her veins gave in to a fatal fray.
An old story, retold to every part of her bleeding soul,
As the secrets of hollowness again unfold.
Her nights are full of regrets of him not seeing her grow,
Full of memories she'd rather throw.
Two hearts of stone- so apart,
One breaks, so heals a broken heart.
She holds herself higher than any star in the sky,
The brightest, the highest, the strongest tonight.
Agony of the loss of her first love, tries to pull her to nowhere,
Whispers of a beautiful hope, slowly repair every tear.
I can't help but fall.
deeper,
            deeper,
                        deeper.
These little blue and white pills pull me so far down.
Into darkness.

After two, I feel my once tense muscles begin to relax.

Three more and my eyelids start to get heavy.

Four more, my mind eases; thoughts drain themselves away.

Five more, and consciousness escapes me.

A sea of medicated sleep engulfs me.
I float away, far deeper than my sober being could wallow.

Here, I can't hear the voices. Inside, or out.

No one to remind me what a disappointment I am.
No mirror to look into and think about how disgusting the thing is, staring back at me.
No overwhelming thoughts to motivate a razor across my body.
Nothing.
No one.
Just the comforting silence of sweet dreamless sleep.
It's been a while.
Love is the blind man who wears sunglasses on his eyes
and holds his cup out, begging for money
He can't see who gives him money
but when he hears the coins drop and hit his cup
He is grateful

He can't tell if the money giver is dark as night
Nor can he tell if the money giver is plae as snow
All he knows is they took the time to
spare what they could give

As he uses his walking stick to tap the pavement
He hears the cup make the noise of joy
He thanks the giver and hears the sound of a baseball bat

He doesn't know if they bat for one team
or if they bat for the other
Or maybe they bat for both
But that doesn't matter they took their own money and gave him some

He walks some more and he continues
to hear money hit the cup
With each sound he gives a smile
A smile for every money giver
becasue he doesn't care who you are or what you do
He cannot see

He is the blind man
He is love
I first fell in love on a ferris wheel
in the brisk cool breeze,
A cinematic night that felt so surreal
a lover's flying trapeze.
And when we fell, we fell forever
entwined with each other,
Onto the sandy beach whispering
"You'll always be my lover."
I felt your touch before I saw you
embracing all of me,
And now I found what I always knew
a place where I can breathe.
With the years that have passed us by
I know that I still feel,
The same I did that night with you
found love on a ferris wheel.
©RobertC.Atkinson
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dead words from dead people are nice
but too easy and i've read them all before
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full of feelings or remorse
words with a pulse
something new, something now, ridged or coarse
something fresh that i can sink into
with teeth and eyes that dine and ask for more
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if i get another poem written
before this last century
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 Dec 2012 Abigail Madsen
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 Dec 2012 Abigail Madsen
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I live & love in a truly ugly
horrifying place

Hapless in my routines
going about blithely,
doing normal, human
things
In a truly ugly
horrifying place













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a sad day of reflection
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