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It’s the bits and pieces that I let you see

The parts of which fall from me

Like the ****** tears from the crying stone

Gathering around, but I’m still alone

Smiling and laughing as I die inside

Nothing to gain nothing to hide

Wishing that someone would just care

Seeing that no one is really there

Am I just a ghost or really here?

Not knowing the answer is my worst fear

You see me, you see through me

No acknowledgement no apathy

This is all that’s left of  me…
 Oct 2015 Darlene Chavez
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"im so tired."

                                                        ­                                                      "then sleep"

"it's not that"
                                                           ­                                   "then take medicine"

"it won't help"

                                                          ­                                       "then ask for help"

"it never helps"

                                                         ­                                             "are you okay?"

"you don't understand.
no one ever understands me"
If we would to loose you , then you would have flowers and mist would fall from our eyes
YOU WOULD BE MISSED
DARLENE
What can **** a man,
But is used several times a day?

What has a positive word in it,
But a horrible meaning?

What is simple to say,
But hard to fulfill?

What creates hopelessness,
But started with joy?

What word
Is the most important,
Most life changing,
Most devastating,
Most deadly,
Seven letters you've ever heard?

The answer is
*Goodbye
Wow
I'm mad at this guy right now
He's a ****
Seriously though
To see something so beautiful
Something so beautiful but tainted
Perhaps such a creature doesn't exist
How could they
But yet here I am face to face with one
In the green grass and boisterous sun
In the chilling rain on a frosty day
Such a creature could exist
Just right in front of you even
She is not perfect
Not in my eyes or in her's
She is not graceful like a bird in the sky
She is not as smart as can be
She is not the best of anything
She is not a lot of things
But she is powerful
She is Beautiful in her own way
She is unfortunate, like I
She is not perfect
She can cry
She can laugh
She can love
She can doubt
No she is not perfect
Nor did she fall from the sky
She does not have wings
She is not perfect
She is human just as I am
But she is my Angel
one day i'll wed you
said the child to the girl much older than him.

echoes of her laughter rippled the winds
planting a rose on the child's cheek.

the child said knowing nothing about wedding
and nearly nothing about her
except

she filled him with a vague feeling
that made him wait to see her
when she was not around.

she was lost many decades ago
and the child moved far away
from that wedding vow.

the news came through the wind
she had died of cancer
somewhere far from homeland.

the child still dreams
her laughter rippling the winds
echoing by the lake

remembers his wedding vow
on that summer noon
still knowing nearly nothing about her.
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