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 Jul 2018 Thomas
Sharon Talbot
I’m fading away, backing off from life.
Echoes of joy and faults pass like falling stars.
Every day has a few drops less of strife.
Silent shrapnel crashes in soft and witless shards.
And I’m shrinking from the Now;
I couldn’t even tell you how.

Moments of ecstasy and pain are sealed,
Like shrines to a life I still know.
Etched in summer’s softness or in steel.
I am vanishing, but I don’t know where I’ll go.
My once-beloved and my son are here.
One ignores me, while the other
Watches in helpless fear.

Five A.M and I am by myself…again.
Sun washes in with sorrow in its face.
For the thousands of times, I have slept alone,
I feel like a stranger in this place,
I once called our home.
Now it’s a cage to me,
Filled with broken promises and mis-matched lace.

I am going now, heading toward the West.
Leaving memories and pain behind with a sleeping wife..
Every day brings me closer to an end
Leaves fly in the road behind me, remnants of a life.
I am crying for the misspent years.
But no more of those; I am changing, switching gears.

September 17, 2010
Edited – January 5, 2016
This goes with a novel of the same name about a psychology professor who is so unhappy with his life, he begins to "shrink" away from it, back to the life he once knew. That's all I can tell you for now!
 Apr 2018 Thomas
Hopeless Outlet
I'm kind of stuck
At least... I think I am
Somewhere between telling everyone I know to *******
And "just please come hold me friend"

Some place in between an uneasy heart and hectic mind

"I'm depressed"
Can't I just say it without having to explain why?
Sometimes I don't even know which reason to choose

Short replies

"You seem like you don't want to talk"

You're right, but I also want to reach out
I want out
I want to let go of everything
And capture it all in my arms

like a fire fly in the palm of restless hands,
Just let me hold on to your light
Atleast, just for tonight

Because I'm feeling stuck.
 Mar 2018 Thomas
a mcvicar
together, warm feet.
thinking about nothing but
we're warming the sheets
18.3.18  /  yup
 Mar 2018 Thomas
Jeff Gaines
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

Find the book(s) here:

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here:

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
        Jeff Gaines
 Mar 2018 Thomas
Ashly Kocher
Walks deep into the woods
Full of bright colors
No one is around but woodland creatures
Come across an empty bench
A little red cardinal sitting on the edge
I sit down, take a deep breath, close my eyes
I talk to the one I miss everyday
Dad, I miss you
I hope your doing ok up in Heaven
I talk to you all the time
Do you hear me?
Dad, I love you....

The cardinal flies and lands on my shoulder
Whispers in my ear
“I love you too”
Flies away...

Tears fall down my face
As I watch my dad fly back up to his “Home”
To watch over me each and everyday...
To find a quiet place surrounded my nature and talk to the loved ones you have passed on...
 Feb 2018 Thomas
Surbhi Dadhich
If I could paint my emotions
On your harsh heart
I'd have pretty done
But I was not an artist
And that was the problem
If I could sprinkle you
With my glistening tears
I'd have pretty pursued
But I was not a gardener
And that was the problem
Since the fork of our ways
Left us unrecognized
And trodded the traces
Leaving us impoverished
I'd done a bit of training
To hide my sufferings
I've been digging weeds out
And portraying your frown...
Based on an incident that strucked me with silence...Why people consider some sections of the society to be the poorest of the poor and treat them just like wild animals or hounds? They have to suffer so much..they're used like toys..hope someone or some day would bring an end to this..
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