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Nathan Jul 2019
I think and I write
that’s what I do
I drink and I write
things that are true

I write and I drink
that’s what I do
I drink and I write
so ******* too

Empty glass in hand
I try to find you
Pen on the desk
none of this is true

I drink and I think
but no words come
I think and I drink

no writing is done

Writing’s an excuse
to drink and think
Or drink and drink

into a deep depression
I now sink
Nathan Feb 2019
its cold outside
     downright bleak
need something warm
     so you I seek

find you in bed
     under the quilt
cuddle up there
     i begin to melt

a touch of your skin
    thaws me to the bone
its then I remember
    this is my home
Nathan Feb 2019
my heart thumps louder

as death appears
unspoken words hang in the trees
listen for my voice whispering in the wind

death draws nearer
unspoken sentiments in a simple glance
unattained goals and unmet dreams

death reaches out his hand
unspoken love in the things I did
a smile broaches my face

death touches me in that final moment
a world speaks of the love I gave
the love I gave with actions. not words

unspoken love, in the end,
is the most powerful of all
Nathan Feb 2019
I lay down beside your stone cold corpse
Your heart still gently beating
I close my eyes and pray for peace
Then hear your constant breathing
You’re long gone now, yet still you’re here
The truth of relationship retreating
Nathan Feb 2019
pine trees are an amazing thing
to watch in a strong wind storm
they bend and they bend
they never seem to break

until they do

then in an instant they shatter
with a thunderous crash
far and wide their debris
leaving only a stump

a mere shadow of their long past

I wonder if this is like me
will I suddenly break?
shattering life all around?
what inspires that moment?
and what will be left behind?

these are all matters between
a pine tree
a strong wind
and me
Nathan Feb 2019
pretend you have something profound to offer
fake it till you make it, they say
then you will find you are truly the author
with a firm grasp of what to portray

then you’ll write all day and you’ll write all night
the words will pop forth and flow out
the things you say, they will be just right

until they’re not
then you’ll struggle
you’ll feel lost
like right now

so I’m done




wait - what?

not really, not even close
but that’s the fear that I have,
even though it’s morose

for who would I be
without a pen and some paper?
nothing at all
so I’ll continue to labour
Nathan Feb 2019
we laugh and we cry
we so often fight
if I’m being honest
you’re most often right
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