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I woke up.
You were there
I was here
But I felt you
My lips against
Your raven hair.

I woke up.
I laid in bed
All alone,
Thoughts of you
Permeate me
To the bone

I woke up.
My body aches
To feel your touch
There's no words
To say the way
I love you so much.

I woke up.
Knowing
I'd be there
With you soon
Just you and me
In your room.

I woke up.
Loving you
The way I do
Every day,
In every way,
Like I do.
I wrote her
Happy words
Loving words
Jump on this
carousel
with me
No reply

Another try
I wrote her
Invitations
Affirmations
Please love me
No reply


She broke me
One more day
I wrote her
Still trying
to give her
the world
No reply

I'm crushed
My heart
lies in ruin
I wrote her
Again
Ink pleading
No reply

My inks run dry
My heart is full
yet broken in pieces
She doesn't see me
I wrote her
One final time
No reply
*Viator form
I miss our ***.
So fast
crazy
energetic
lazy
we'd do it
in the
bed, sure.
but also
on the desk
the couch
the dryer
in motion
with paddles
scarves
and all
kinds of
lotions.

But now
you're gone
and I know
you gotta
miss it.
Just
come back
and tell
Mama
where you
want me
to kiss it.

I mean
really
are we
done??
Not even
one last lick
let's throw
ourselves
up against
the counter
and see if
we stick. :p
I remember it like yesterday
I saw her standing there
a short distance away
and her long raven hair

Her smile lit up the night
I remember it like yesterday
She sent my heart into flight
I didn't quite know what to say

Looking back now I remember
her eyes were such deep brown
I remember it like yesterday
When she first came into town

That was 25 years ago
we've melded together now like clay
Our life has been magical though
I remember it like yesterday
*Viator Form
I took one look
and my breath
left my body
you were mesmerizing
in your little black dress
I felt my head actually swoon
when I saw you dancing under the moon.
You didn't see me looking at you
I was relieved of that fact
had you noticed me staring
I wouldn't have known
how to act.
When you twirled
the light caught the blue hem
imagine my surprised that
it twinkled like stars
mirroring your eyes.
No other woman
matched your perfection
your smile, those lips
and that perfect complexion.
The wedding was beautiful
but all that aside
I'll share with you a secret:
you were more radiant
than even the bride.
The crowd
pushes in on me
from side to side
people I never
wanted to know
preferred to ignore
because there is
only you I am
waiting for.

You were always
the life
of the party
and even though
the musical din
bangs on and on
I hear nothing
I feel nothing
I  am left
all alone.

I keep wishing
these people
would dispurse
because being
surrounded
yet alone
without you
is definitely
the worst.

I want to wrap
loneliness
around me
like a blanket
because
now I see
that you're not
coming
back to me
so
there's only
silence now
there's no more
poetry.
There's always a whisper of madness,
playing in my brain as I struggle to get
loose from it's refrain and the constant
pounding me to comply makes me feel
quite insane.

Disaster brewing behind blue eyes
bits of chaos that won't be denied.
They tell me the choice is completely
mine but they don't see or feel how
I'm bound up inside.

Touch the people and watch them fall
knowing the horror to come,  the pull
to cause pain,  is the worse of all. I'm
the bad man says the song,  but they
don't really know bad, no, not all.
The spider web of my mind
spun with such complexity
leaves me wondering inside
what on earth is next for me
I know misery, she haunts me
2am, 3am sleep eludes me
A song I didn't need to hear plays
invoking unwanted memories
everything sounds like her
everything looks like her
although nothing is her
because she is gone
gone yet eternally present
between my ears
living in my tear ducts
crowding my brain with
memories and regret
should I burn her letters
tear up her pictures
like that would banish her
from my brain
from my heart
nothing does that
she's always with me.
* In my top five favorites
I miss
your smile
that starts at
your eyes
and ends up
on my lips.

I miss
your eyes
how they'd
pull me in
and capture
my world.

I miss
your voice
the way one
word from you
you numbed
all the pain.
He gives money to his church
Fistful over fistful
I think he's Lutheran
or maybe Episciple
he talks about God
with words of silk
but he also talks about
"those type and their ilk."
I told him about a friend
who died of A.I.D.S .
where I live up here
and he told me
"I'm sorry Sam
he kind of asked for it
because he was a queer."
You loved me
You touched me
You inspired me
You hurt me
I bled ink for you
Drops on paper
Pain personified
Even so
I invited you in
My muse
And I would do it again
I'm reading a book
How to deal with idiots
Then my boss walks in
*Senryu form
My Anxiety is a lion with a mane of barbed wire
and claws made of rusty nails. It is always around
when I try and fail.

My anxiety is a full, week old garbage bin. It stinks
when it's around and stops me from succeeding
again and again.

My anxiety is a blanket someone took off my bed,
threw in the floor and didn't fold. It keeps me
from being proactive courageous and bold.

My anxiety is a choke-hold under water with my
friends waving goodbye from the shore, I try to
swim but sink into the boggy moor.

My anxiety is a pirate ship sailing on the water and
I've got a target on my back making me perfect
cannon fodder.

My anxiety is a demon that haunts me day and night,
I hope and pray someday I will finally be alright.
My anxious attachment
is a carnivorous beast
with sharp biting mind talk
eater of my relationships
it makes it's feast

I try to self sooth
to self regulate
But I can't get past
my doubts, inner monologues
and constant debates.

She says she loves me
And to trust her
I doubt every word she speaks
The status of our relationship
is beginning to look bleak

No matter how hard I try
I remain insecure
I can't stop self sabotaging
I create my own reality
Because I create my own causality

She said she's becoming overwhelmed
But I don't know what to do
To stop this mental *****
All the things I put her through

I don't know how to help myself
I need to end this strife
this constant need for dopamine
Is ruining my life
sudden snakes in my brain
what a waste are my inaudible cries
mental welts i give myself
because i made you leave
now you hate me
**** my life
it's all just too hard to believe

inaudibly i crumble and fall into the dirt
don't bury me,  just leave me here
dead inside, inert
i died the day you left me
i'd never felt so hurt

hope in the shape of Zoloft
just isn't doing the trick
i read our chats over and over
and the flogging bud of failure
knowing how much I lost leaves
me feeling sick

you said i was toxic, maybe that's true.
i only know i've never loved anyone the
way i love you . my mental mosh pit, my
hodgepodge mind I feel so much that i'll never
say and the snakes in my brain will probably
never go away
Fall forward my leaves
Gather round me like children
Let's pray to the sky
I can never do it all again
knowing what I know
bid time return, be young again,
going with the flow.

My youthful days are behind me now
well spent and wasted both
if I could do it all again would
there be some growth?

Would I do it all differently
a second time around?
or would I throw away again
the only love I ever found?

I can never do it all again
because I have a chicken-heart
even with a second chance
I wouldn't know where to start.
I am a glass of water
she sees right through me
yet nothing to her is
crystal clear.
I thought she knew me
but all my depths are
shallow to her, I fear.

I drown
in my own feelings
gasping her name,
but she cannot hear
that it's her
I'm calling out for
all the same.

I ache from words
forced to stay unspoken
until the space between us
spans out of our control.
Until who we were is lost
between the gaps and gasps
of feelings she was too
naive to see and I was
too afraid to speak of.

what will it take
to make her see me?
to make her feel my love?
for me to finally
become her ocean?
**my all time number one favorite poem!
Hidden away
in this basement
wanted for who I am
hated for who I'm not
war rages outside
fear paces inside
people are dying
caged and starved
I crawl into a book
sail the oceans
fight pirates
fall in love
Same old stairs
same old knees
climbing, climbing
higher than one might please
I'm only one of thousands
who've visited the man
who sits in the chair
in DC near Maryland.
In his day
He helped free people in need
he lived his life doing good deeds
I wanted to thank him
this one last time
so I went ahead and made the climb.
Only you
Know me
My open door invites you in
just to break me once again
Where is
A locksmith
When needed?
Sam Harty Sep 12
They say a picture is worth
1000 words but it's a lie..
Your pictures are all
I have left now
that you're gone..

So from where I'm sitting,
no! From where I am  laying
injured like a deer on the side
of the road.

A picture isn't worth any words
unless that word is regret
written over and over,
and over and over....
God I miss you!!!
I'm on the edge
so ready to fall forward
dump my body into the ocean
drowning yet not fighting
the currents motion.

Day to day life is chaotic
so many people who
push and pull me,
lie to me and fool me

I want to release it all
and jump off this carousel
living this way, as I do,
is hard as hell.

Inside I am broken
full of pain from youth
I feel I'm at a crossroad
where there's no left or right,
no honesty or truth.

The doctor says I am
just depressed is all
"Take two Zoloft and
if needed, in the morning,
give me a call."

I doubt a pill will cure me
when I no longer care to
reside in my own skin
I want to get away from
this dopamine hungry beast within

There's no more thrills
to be found
since she left me all alone
I'm a stranger in my own body
nothing feels like home.

People like me die all the time
what does it matter if I jump
or suffer to a ripe old age
the story is always the same
from page to page.
Pull me apart
go ahead
I can't think
anymore
so I don't need
my head.

And oh my heart
take it too
it's dead inside
all shriveled up
from losing you.

Take my lips
I need them not
they've gone cold
a lonely pair
that misses
kissing your
Raven hair

My hands?, Yes,
they can go too
they're really
quite useless
if I can no longer
touch you.

These legs of mine
serve me no more
because with
the weight
of my sorrow
I can't even
walk to the door.

Let us not forget
my eyes of blue
all they do now
is cry and ache
to see you.

So go ahead
just pull me apart
my heart is dead
my soul shattered
take everything
that ever mattered
see if I care
just take it all
down to the
last hair.
The days are the worse.
each minute
hardly passing by
slow agony
the clock, my enemy
I am the hanged man
****** stumps
limbs that have become
tree trunks
planted in this bed
eyes boring holes
in the wall
where your picture hangs
loneliness
broken legs that cannot move
unable to flee or fight
just lay in the days dirt
throughout the night.

nights. my only reprieve
waiting, hoping for sleep
to come and capture me
to sleep and dream of us
holding hands in the park
watching the children play
happy again if only
for a moment
you kiss me and I smile
into the beauty that is you
the sun that you are
warming me
is really all
I could ever need.

The day comes again
like a monster
devouring my life
the one
we were supposed to have
should have had
before you disappeared
I lie in this bed
that has become a tomb
covered by the rubble
of what once was.
no sunshine
no laughter
endless time, now spent
without what you said
would be our endless love.
On nights when she's away
I don't seem to care
what the world has to say.
I hear everything,
yet I hear nothing.
Crickets chirp, chirp
Faucets drip, drip
I can't seem to stop
thinking of her lips.
The wind ROARS.
The night whispers.
I feel so alone
when I'm not with her.
Frogs croak.
ribbit, ribbit
a horn goes off
honk, honk
down the street.
I want to lay
down with her
and hear the
thump, thump
of her heartbeat.
You say I am a poet.
I tell you I am nothing.
You say I craft words.
I tell you I build nothing.
You look confused.
Imagine how I feel
that with a mere smile
the raise of an eyebrow
you push the words
right onto me.
That's right!
Don't you see now?
I am your paper.
You are 10,000 words
waiting to be written,
100 feelings
waiting to be had.
I lay myself bare to you,
an empty page,
just awaiting the
spill of your ink....
You are my poetry
and every word I know.
I can write sonnets
about how your lips
speak to my soul,
and I always seem to
carry you inside me
wherever I go.

You are my poetry
lyrical caresses
in my mind.
word spoken
and unspoken,
both horrible
and kind.

You are my poetry
hearts and stars
behind my eyes.
loving you so deeply
took me by surprise.

You are my poetry
pentameters,
verbal description
in panoramic
caricatures.

You are my poetry
because words mean
everything.
you warm me
in the summer,
and renew me
in the spring.

You are my poetry.
loose leaf pages
in the wind.
our beginning,
and alas,
until our bitter end.

You are my poetry.
how more may I describe?
You feed me
and nurture me
and make me
feel alive.
Without you
My soul lies
An inner
Pompeii
Frozen
In time
Mounds
And
Mounds
Of  fallen
Ash and
Century old
Magma
Weigh
Down
Inside me
What
Could have
Been
Should have
Been
Would have
Been
Alive and
Thriving
A volcano
Of love
Our volcano
Erupting
From us
Molting
Pleasure
Our very own
Carnal Pompeii.
So come back
To me
Bury me
With the
Contents
Of your core
Be my
Vesuvius
And leave me
Nevermore!
It's 5AM
and I feel
nothing
at all
again.
my
thoughts
lost in
shadows
of what
could have
been.
Dreams,
like whispers,
all just
fade away,
I see
no colors
only shades
of gray.
Oh how
I long
to hear
her voice
soft
inside
my head
but am
deafened by
unwanted
silence
instead.
I struggle
against
my heart
hoping inside
I'll find
a little
fight,
a glimmer of
possibility
A chance
that things
will
someday be
alright.
So in the
silence
within this
vacant hour,
I find some
solace
in knowing
I still
have power.
with each word I say to you
I feel myself being taken
down by the undertow
below the boggy mire
as I struggled to say
just the right thing
I find myself sinking
trapped knowing inevitably
I'm helpless as each word
provides more of a struggle
into the quicksand
of our broken love
Ever you feel like the rain,
falling uncontrollably amidst all the thunder,
unable to go back the same way you came?
I am not lost
I am not found
it's been years
since my mind
was sound.

I am not happy
I am not sad
Sometimes
I actually
forget
that things
are so bad.

I am not young
I am not old
But after all
these years
my actions are
a lot less bold.

I am not yours
I am not mine
but strangely
I think of you
all the time.

I've not a poet
& neither am I
These words
don't make sense
I feel like
I could cry.
You put the wind in the sails of my soul
She left me
one fine spring day.
I didn't see it coming,
or rather her going away.

Winter came because
she left me.
My heart chapped from
the coldness of her exit.

I couldn't find her
to beg her back since
she left me
I remain a total wreck.

Time has passed but
I still cry in my bed that
has become a tomb in which
she left me.
*Viator form
I miss you.
I'm dying
the slow death
drowning in a sea
of people I don't know
never wanted to know
because there's only
ever been you
who sings to my soul
calling me back
yet never quite
wanting me.
I struggled
through the crowd
to find you
knowing
full well
you don't
want to be found
at least
not by me.  
I feel my
determination
waning away
my mind
pulled under
by unknown voices
my body ******
into an
unfamiliar crowd
I close my
eyes  imagining
your hand
as a Lifeboat
pulling me to you
but you're not here
not really
and I sink slowly
into a loud yet
voiceless crowd
Original version and also one of my top five favorites
Flowers bloom under salmon pink sunsets
grass grows and runs away with itself
newly born baby birds fly or fall
Yes, spring is finally in the air but
why am I so unimpressed with it all?

I yearn for cold, the crisp cool wind
my tennis shoes rustling the leaves
as I walked to her house where
the main street ends.

Autumn is my Master who beckons
me to stand tall against the sometimes
bitter coldness that stays around and on
into the fall.
I'm fighting
Sleep
Struggling
against it
tugging at me
trying to kidnap
my mind
unless maybe
I could dream of her
That would
make it easier
for me to give in
close my eyes
and let it
take me
unconscious
far a
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          y
Picasso was an artist
So am I
I pour ink on paper
in a style
that'll make you wanna cry
I can paint her smile
using similes
and describe her
eyes with a sonnet or three

Mozart made beautiful music
So can I
I string words together
that'll make you wanna sing
kind of like lyrics
I write all about love
and everything.

Ansel Adams took photos
So do I
I use words to show pictures
of all kinds
and project them to my readers
in their minds.

Etta James was a singer
But I cannot sing a note
but what I can do is
pour out my heart
in neatly typed phrases
with cleverly penned quotes

I'm a poet
I love words the best of all
come join me while I write
of lost love, new love
and all the above.
someday...
I'm going to stop
adoring you
long enough to see
that you don't care.

someday...
I'll stop admiring
your pictures
with a wide eyed drool
and realize
you're talking about me
behind my back
and treating me like fool.

someday...
I muster up
enough self-respect
to see that I'm loving you
and you're laughing at me.
silent words drift by,
shadows of a love now lost,
we don't talk anymore.
she didn't tell me so she lied
leaving me with thousands of
tears over the years I've cried.
Now in hindsight, I understand
the sudden trip to Disneyland,
Of course, I was a fool because there was
a reason I was missing so much school.

she knew but I did not so she lied
I was oblivious in the worst kind of way
selfishly unaware
and I blame myself to this day.
Trips to the mall to buy a new dress,
so easily forgiven when I made a mess.
A new sound system,
Mounds of comic books,
My very own TV.
But she told my brothers and not me
thus stole my chance to live in reality.

She thought I was too young so she lied
had I have known, the questions would
have poured out of me like a flood
instead she left me with so many
unanswered questions about the secrets
of all life's greatest lessons.
See, I didn't need toys, prizes or trips abroad,
Those aren't important now that she's gone.

She wanted to spare me the truth that
she was dying, so she lied.
Decades later I'm still angry inside.
So when all was unsaid and done
all she really left me was
A Beethoven bust,
A lot of broken trust,
The love of poetry,
Tons of insecurity,
years and years of acting wild
but mostly she left me
a motherless child.
Spring is almost sprung.
The flowers await the rain.
I understand their longing
because the time I spend
without you drives me
quite insane.

Spring is almost sprung.
With the silence of the leaves
and the smell of honeysuckle air
my soul smiles remembering
the last time you were here.

Spring is almost sprung.
Life thaws and wakes
Mother Nature to start anew.
And I remain patiently
waiting for you.
come to
my window
have a glass of wine
you must see that
I think of you most
all of the time.

join me
in the garden
come sit and talk awhile
and I'll try to hide the fact
of what you're doing to me
with your smile.

stay awhile
but I warn you
never touch my hand
because then everything
I'm feeling you'd easily
understand.
You are the story I should write.
I've got pages and pages built up
inside.

I'd start Of course with "Once Upon a
time" I had a girl so very fine, who
I was proud to be able to call mine.

Of course there'd be a chapter with
multiple quips of how great it felt
to kiss your lips.  

I'd illustrate it with an atmosphere
of how it felt to hold you near,
or place my hand upon your thigh,
such a thrill one cannot hide.

With a plot that twisted and turned
the readers would see how my love was
soon spurned.

I'd end with how you said that you
loved me but you lied. Mention all the
times you made me feel so bad I wanted
to die.

On second thought, maybe the story is way
too trite so I'll just put down my pen and
call it a night.
I was once a tall oak tree
as tall as the eye could see.
I lived in a lush green forest
full of animals, trees and plsnts
we had every species from
an elephant to a badger to an ant

One day men came into my home
I hoped they would leave us alone
but they had an arsenal of chain saws
and, axes and it was then their intent
became clear,  they meant to cut us
down which filled me with utter fear.

Then they stack us up log by log,
one by one until the deed was done .
Next they took us to a processing area
where they fashioned us into planks,
boards, tables, stools and chairs.

And although I'd rather have stayed a tree
instead of furniture and other means
of utensils, it could have been worse
at least I can tell my story because
they made me a pencil.
Strength
La Force
a card of
female persuasion
a slow approach
is the key,
she's not
leading an invasion.

Her hat,
both worn and earned
whose brim
eludes to infinity
She stands
with leisure
relaxed
determined
steadfast faith
but not divinity.

Some believe
her to possess
a hint of magic,
like the Magician
yet subtle and calm
and much less tragic.

However,
She's merely mortal,
you see,
no kind of God is she.

One might fear
her safety
as she is so close
to the lion
but look closer
she's got him tied
with a chain of flowers
so she's hardly even trying.

She doesn't fear the lion,
she treats it with patience
and respect
she has the wisdom
to know how hard to push
to get the desired effect.

This card speaks volumes
while it teaches and reminds us
that True Power comes from
compassion and love not
brute force and
a heavy handed glove.

Inner Strength,
Patience,
Confidence,
Compassion,
Fortitude,
and Self-Belief are
traits that will lead
to Victory in one's life
where
Brute force.
insecurity,
Manipulation
Anxiety and
Self-doubt
will only lead
us into strife.
from Tarot Series
The moon is a master of deception
(not unlike the sparkle in her eyes)
hiding that which would be shown
in plain sight wrapped in
dim glowing hues of night.

The moon is a master of illusion
not nearly as bright as the sun and
wrapped in vague promises of truth
I loved it as I have loved her
a lifetime from my youth.

The moon is a master of mystery
hidden things reside within it's glow
hounds of war bay at it out of fear
of upcoming doom unknown.

But I say, dear moon, if you must
do please deceive me so
because you, and the sparkle
in her eyes forever bid me not to go.
from Tarot Series
The cards lay before me
each turned slowly
one by one
to announce my fate.
I don't know much but
I know I want her as
my mate.
I want to buy her
everything
Jewelry
clothes
and a ring.

Then He arrives
Le Diable
The Devil
Half God
Half Goat
Offering me
all the riches
of my heart,
to have most
everything I want.

A fool's journey
I already know this
but my heart wants her
in my life, in my bed
she's all my world
she's in my head.

I know there's a price
nothing comes for free
The chains lay waiting
(pleasure, abandon, excess)
set aside for me.
Oh it's my choice
to wear the devil's chains
the devil signifies evil
but I know my choice remains.

Saturn, the red planet
home of The Devil
Capricorn the sign
leading to my personal
fate left yet undefined

Born in a moon of Scorpio
A Capricorn at birth
last day of December
does this define my worth?
I'm done begging God
for something real and new
I will take my chances
on the cards dealt
hoping to me they'll be true.

So I put the chains
around my neck
they feel like a noose
they aren't tight though
only my desire restrains me
as the chains are very loose.

Now grant me my heart's desire
make her love me again
and our life be fun.
The devil reminds me
on that front The Wheel
has already been spun.
from Tarot Series
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