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burned up Jan 2015
You are the sun and the stars,
the spark that ignites a lighter every time it's clicked,
The strike of a match as it runs across it's box
But I am the cigarette you left in the ashtray,
the wood you left in the fireplace,
the candle you left sitting out too long
flamed out
*burned up
  Jan 2015 burned up
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My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop
  Jan 2015 burned up
David Lessard
Rain, falls, hard, fast, heavy,
but short lived and brief;
tears poured out in sorrow,
an outpouring of grief.

Soon, the sun, will shine again,
clouds will lift from earth;
and we'll hear again the laughter,
of someone's joy and mirth.

Shadows, pass, along with gloom,
the sadness melts away;
tomorrow beats with new-found hope,
and life renews each day.

Gone, the veil, that covers us,
swept aside, the pain;
comes once more, the strength,
from adversity, we gain.

The rain, is but, a memory,
the tears are dried and past;
we forge on to the new year,
with the goal our love will last.
burned up Jan 2015
I've promised you a lot of things,
but these are the most important
There are pieces of you falling apart
and I promise to walk behind you
to pick them up
I promise to tell you
that you are kind, and beautiful, and smart
Because you were all those things before I came to know you
and you will be all those things when I leave
but I promise to acknowledge them
I promise that I will love you no matter what
that your hour long rants and mood swings will not drive me away
But that I will deal with them accordingly to try and make you happy again
I promise to leave you to yourself
when you're in a bad mood
Because I know you don’t like to talk about your feelings
and I know you  hate crying in front of people
But when you do
I promise to wipe your tears
before they drop from your chin onto your shirt
And to fix your make up so that you look as flawless as you did before
I promise to talk to you when you need
and sit in silence with you when you don’t
I promise that I will stop everything to be with you
No matter where I am,
No matter what time,
I would do anything for you
Because you are the most important person to me
I promise
burned up Jan 2015
Movies love to advertise the best case scenario
Ending every story with a heartfelt twist that no one was expecting but everyone saw coming
So we go through life believing that those same things will happen to us
That our parents will get back together after years of divorce
That the hero always wins
That the boy we love will tear through heaven and hell to get us back
But none of that is reality
In real life, there is hurt and heart break and it doesn’t always get better
Life doesn’t fix itself in the fairytale montage way we all hope for
Life is a fight
But not in the royal battle scene sort of way
Life is a war
Each side playing *****, bending the rules to guarantee their win
Without regarding any casualties that may occur at their hands
Life is blind to the blood it has spilled
Making it the most primal killer
But I want you to stay alive
I want you to have your fairytale ending
and find that there is good in real life
But most often
Our parents will stay separated
Our heroes disappoint us
and the love of our life will let us go
Because real life is nothing like the movies
Because there are no happy endings
burned up Jan 2015
I stood outside in the rain
Smoking a cigarette
and thinking of you
and when i came inside
I couldn't tell
if the water running down my face
were rain drops
or my tears
burned up Jan 2015
The reason my poems are so short
is the same reason I don't talk much
It's because my thought process never extends itself beyond a few simple sentences
I've tried, in my writing and my speech, to expand my voice
to make more of my thoughts
But every time I try
my words come out jumbled and confused,
no longer as elegant and sophisticated as when I began
And I'm not sure why
I am not simple minded
My thoughts are often profound and eloquent
But I can't externalize them
in the way I want
So they stay living in the corners of my mind
for only me to know
So maybe I'm not simple minded
but simple spoken
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