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  Aug 2017 SR Millan
Nicole
Butterflies flew through my limbs
Tickling the bone as they land
And chocking my lungs until

I can’t breathe.

So what a beautiful day
When I can allow them to fly freely
between our lips

at contact.

You ask what I’m thinking so
I pull you to the side and
Lean against you and

Nothing.

Where have those butterflies gone?
Did the poisons in my body destroy them?
Did they spawn from the sick feeling of the forbidden?

Why am I so broken?

You ask me how I feel and I panic
So I avoid the question
I don’t have the heart to tell you I didn’t

I don’t know why I feel so empty.

And worse,
That makes my problem more complicated
Because with her I feel the same nothingness
But we live together.
So I am no longer choosing between
Who I love more or who I feel with
Because I feel nothing but
Excitement in dead places for one

I am so broken that even that will leave
Eventually
So what do I do when
There’s two lives on the line

I can choose you and
Keep your heart beating
Or I can choose her and
Keep my comfortable life

Or I can choose myself
And move out into the world alone
But I am so afraid to be alone
So afraid to feel

Because what if I feel this way
Due to the mental blockades I’ve built to protect myself?
What if real, raw emotions live in my heart
But can’t escape through the chains?

Yet, what if I leave and
Find another you who
Seems to have it all

Until our lips meet

And I feel

nothing?
SR Millan Aug 2017
You are as calming as the rain
Your smile radiating through me like the sun
My branches strain, reaching for your embrace
Digging roots into my soul

Your love runs through my veins like a river
Finger tips as soft as petals
Your softest touch makes me quiver
Like the roaring ocean
My urge for you never settles

Embracing natures imperfection
Not knowing you would be my selection
Claiming my territory in your soul
from the day of my birth

My heart turned into a precious jewel
out of blackened coal from the immense pressure and heat of your love.
SR Millan Aug 2017
Your kind eyes are unchanging
Your soft soul unwavering

Migration of monarchs with every glimpse of you, My only hope is that you feel it too.

To see the world through your eyes
I cannot, and something I despise.

Your stance as hard as diamonds
Mine as soft as sand

Like darkness and light,
one cannot exist without the other.

S.R. Millan
  Jun 2017 SR Millan
Mike Hauser
So far so good
This life of what we did we could
As we did it both together

Thirty years or more we've hummed along
To this our marriage song
From the brightest tunes to one day one of us won't be here

We've both had our ups and downs
Like life notes upon the scale
Some were sharp while others fell flat

We always strove for the right note
From octaves high to octaves low
Where we learned love is so often sung like that

As the the sound of our years begins to fade
One of us will leave while the other stays
As life here has never been a promise of forever

Although forever in the heart
Will be the first one to depart
In the one unlucky enough to be left alone here

Much too soon there'll come the song
When one of us is left alone
I hope it's not me and that it's you

Because life without your melody
Would be out of tune for me
But if you do dear, please don't go too soon
  Jun 2017 SR Millan
Someone
I'm a rambler.
When I talk about what's on my mind, it's like I can't stop sometimes.
And even when my mouth stops, my mind doesn't.
I'm always thinking about something, and there are very few rare moments when I'm not.

My mind also likes to jump from one thing to the next, so sometimes what I think and say are completely out of order.
This makes retelling of stories difficult at times, and it also makes writing down thoughts very difficult as well.

I have been trying to be better about sticking to things, such as writing poems and writing down things that have happened to me as recollections of a time I may forget one day.

I think I worry too much though.
I worry too much about if I will be relaying my message the way that I want it to be perceived.
I want to make sure that I make sense to others and not just myself, and that I am perceived that way.

There is that **** anxiety again.

One of my therapists once old me that it would be good for me to stick to a routine and have a foundation to stand on in my life.
The funny thing was that I always feel like It's impossible for me to have that foundation, and I also don't necessarily make it easy for myself either.

It's very rare that I finish something completely that I started solely for myself.
It's also very rare that I feel whole heartedly confident in something I'm doing, even if I appear to have the confidence thing down on the outside.

And I guess that's what life is really.
It's just twists and turns that you do or don't see coming, and you have to figure out how to handle them for yourself.

So I'm trying to be better.
I'm going to keep going with this.
I may not be consistent now, but in the long hall, I believe I can do it.

I can finally have a concrete foundation that will stay firm for me.

I will stick to it.
Accountability note.
  Jun 2017 SR Millan
Sarah Caitlyn
There is a boy who claimed to love me,
His hands would grab at my waist
Like his lust was cured with the touch,
But they roamed over every body
Within their grasp like explorers
Too afraid to settle down
Afraid they'd get bored with just
The landscape of my body
Just the mountains of my hips
The rivers of my hair
They'd tire of the hill of *******
Of the lake between my legs
And so he never stayed for long.

I realize now he never intended to,
Always his plan was to leave
After he knew every inch of me
And I was stupid enough to
Hand him a map and mark my heart
Right in the middle just incase.
But I am worth more than my body
I am worth staying,
He is not worth baring all explorers
He is not the example for how
Every hand that touches me will end,
He will not be the last
And he most definitely cannot stay,
Not anymore.
~Sylus
  Jun 2017 SR Millan
Corvus the Crow
Oh how gross the cycle,
Love to war,
Beauty to ruin,
I have seen the world,

Why oh why have I eyes?

The dreams are enough,
The monsters more horrid in skin,
Than in closets and sheets,
How lonely it is...

Do none still carry flowers...

Flowers without fangs...
I was lied to and left...only to discover her love was never there at all...am I cursed to forever be alone? Why endure in a world that tosses beauty to the wolves...
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