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 Jan 2018 Jeff
Nihilistic Pancake
open my eyes
in bed i lay
maybe I'll do that one thing -
yes! that's the thing I'll do today

that thing was the same thing
that i wanted to do yesterday
and the day before that (and before that, and before that)
going three weeks back

but today - yes today
today will be the day
that i will finally do that thing
so i can put the thought away

but as I'm about to walk out the door
laziness drags my motivation to the floor
that one thing will just have to wait and so,
i sigh and say "maybe tomorrow"
well **** i finally wrote something
 Nov 2017 Jeff
Mike Hauser
What would it be like
If towards the end of our lives
They showed a movie
Of our life and times

What would it be about
Would it draw a big crowd
What would the rating be
And would kids be allowed

Would they laugh or cry
Gladly pay the full price
When the scary parts played
Would they cover their eyes

Would we be ashamed
If our families came
At the end of the film
Would they see us the same

Would it be action packed
A Super Hero unmasked
If nobody else
Would our kids be impressed

Would they be happy or sad
When the credits rolled past
Would the movie explain
We did our very best

What would they find
If towards the end of our lives
They showed a movie
Of our life and times
 Nov 2017 Jeff
sunprincess
Phantom
 Nov 2017 Jeff
sunprincess
Last night, Halloween night,  gasp
A phantom skull peers through my window
Alas, with a smoky ambience, an eerie glow
Watches me sleep, and sleep, and sleep
And dream, and dream, and dream
My guardian, a phantom skull
 Nov 2017 Jeff
Ford Prefect
greasy hair
sticky legs
prickly
sweaty
burning in the rays
of their stares
she's ugly,
pretty,
smart,
******* weird,
invisible
(who is she?)
where is her place in this world?
(away from us)
God, it's hard to speak,
breath,
be
she wants to go home now
(where is that?)
tired eyes
ragged nails
messy messy messy
(take her to the landfill)
her chariot awaits
calloused hands
hold on tight
 Oct 2017 Jeff
Theresa
MeToo
 Oct 2017 Jeff
Theresa
I’m the most complicated person when it comes to saying what I want. But I know exactly what I want. Although getting that is beside the point what I want is to move at my own pace. There is so much pressure in there needing to be a decision and rushing into a commitment before there's even a true connection. I'm looking for any excuse to not fall for someone because deep down I'm not ready and the loneliness will never be as strong as the respect I have for myself. A body next to me at night will never fill the void. There's something bigger than a chance at love that is holding me back. It could be that my heart was broken enough to break me, my body used like a lifeless blow up doll without a choice time and time again by too many, by giving myself to only one and be taken by one, two, three, four, five. To be beaten for half of my young life and held down, degraded, ashamed of the skin I lived in and voice I spoke. The numbers are too much to fathom but I am worthy of love but not before I let go and love myself… #MeToo
This may not be poetry to you but to me, being vulnerable and telling your story is what it's all about. Though I can't go in to detail about all five, this is a stepping stone in the healing process of what began at the age of 14. The 12 years of an abusive marriage and relationship and the few years following where freedom was also my prison. I'm now open to loving myself for the first time.
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