Row - Hello Poetry

Row Oct 2014

If I am the only one she holds so near,
why is it like I'm not here?
Reunited once more for the first time in weeks
And it's like she never held me before.

That place I felt most at home
In shambles for reason unknown.
For some reason she just stopped
Like a bullet to a freight train.
For no reason it all dropped
Like a heavy rain.

I get the new home and friends
But what constitutes these ends?
What fear shrouds your mind?
Why my future should affect your present when I look at my past I get but don't know.
I guess all I can say is go.

If someone you love and haven't seen in weeks grabs you tight then just simply lets go, there's something wrong. Run. Go. Don't let that fester. If you can, best her. When someone doesn't love you or like you anymore, there's nothing you can do but let it just go and let him or her be on their way. They just stop, for no reason, then don't fight it, because nothing can fix it.

Row Oct 2014

The only place she can't see me cry

I know that sounds funny.
funny
That's a word I'll still use.
Use
I'm not that type ex.
Ex
'X' her name off the wall.
Wall
The only thing stopping me from the winds of change.
Change
Something I always spend when I need it.
It
What is it?
It
How is it?
It
What do I do with it?
It
I loved her.
Her
Her words mean something.
Something
What a friend means to my world.
World
The place I'll still live in and on.
On
I'm on an endless cycle of the same fall.
Fall
The season that always ends it all.
All
What I still have, with one less element.
Element
An element for survival is the tear.
Tear
Tear the last bad thought out of my head.
Head
Something I need to gain to move forward.
Forward
The direction I walk.
Walk
The motion of my movement from here.
Here
A place I care to be once I get there.
There
Up ahead
That's what I need
She has never seen this place
The only place she can't see me cry.

One minute great, the next minute gone. Anonymous folk don't hear a sad story, hear a sad reality.

Row Aug 2014

First Time

Funny, the first place I can offer a public view of my mind has nothing to do with the title of this poem.

The first time I had, what friends call, "gained my manhood" was recently demolished and turned into a housing development surrounded by more housing developments.

The first time I had gotten emotionally close with a girl was in a place where I learned many more things, yet I dont ever have to nor want to go there again.

The first time I met my best friend was the first time i.wondered which of them was my best friend.

The first time I posted a poem online was in a place where no one could see it but those I invited.

The first time I shared my poems with someone was the last time i saw those works.

A retrospective into why I havent written in a while. Lets all give a warm boots welcome to Row

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