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  Feb 2016 Bilford
Lisa Ann Noe
Lost and Lonely
By Lisa Noe


When I was a child you were my hero,
Always there where ever I’d go.

As I grew older you where my friend,
You were that person on whom I could depend.

My father you hung the moon in the sky,
To me you were the most special guy.

You taught me right from wrong,
You showed me that I belonged.


With you I laughed and I cried,
My life was then satisfied.

Our family was so close and complete,
You and mama showed me how to succeed.

Now tears, they fill my eyes,
And in my heart I grieve and die.

For you have passed from this earth,
There is nothing that has your worth.

}Now part of me is lost,
And I can’t count the cost.

Now mamas all alone and broken hearted.
We are all sad that you have departed.

We’ll love you till our dying day,
And I’ll see you again along the way.

© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Prompt:  Part of me is lost
Words:   170
Lines:      40
Winner first place in Monthly Poetry Contest
  Feb 2016 Bilford
Maple Mathers
~

loving
you
was
a
**Sisyphean
task.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Feb 2016 Bilford
Maple Mathers
Welcome to the house of addictions: please, leave your assumptions at the door. . .

             I emptied my pockets
I sorted the change
                My conscience receding
Mentality, deranged

                A straw in my nose
And a blade in my hand
                The velvet of breathing,
Crushed on command

                A line of white rabbit
Appears on my desk
                Clean, and well sorted,
Yet I am a mess

                If a substance is stronger
Than myself, alone,
                Perhaps I should ***** it
Addictively prone

                For, the path of assumptions
Undoubtedly leads
                To the house of addictions
In which you’ll find me. . .
All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
  Feb 2016 Bilford
Maple Mathers
What does one do in vacant hours
When night descends its sable tapestry
And the past knocks on this window?
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Feb 2016 Bilford
Maple Mathers
(Inspired by
a lifelong stranger)

These chronicles slinked from her chassis
– the mythomaniac;
she sold every copy.
Stories only fabulists could ink,
sealed within her schticks.
She enthralled every reader;
her cossets: spellbinding.
The husk of an angel
masked
THE Pariah within.
Caped in pretense,
lidded,
she skulked.
The blossoming killer…
Come
Hither.

And yet.

Your web of lies was spun so thick
It's you,
up there,
Ensnared.
You wrote the rules, cunstructed the game, invited the whole world to play.
But in the end
it was YOU
who
lost.
❤️
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.)
  Feb 2016 Bilford
Sad Girl
There was a calm before the storm
the last time you said you loved me, it got dark and my mind said to "take cover now"
It came rushing in like you came rushing in my room when I took a whole bottle of pain pills one night, rain fell from my eyes that flooded my pillow with 12 inches of tears
Thunder shattered my heart as if it was the the glass in the picture frame you gave to me.
Lighting struck so hard in my body reminding me how much you were in me.
The next morning everybody woke up and saw the damage you had done to me.
  Feb 2016 Bilford
Sad Girl
I told my friend that I wanted to **** myself and she said that I needed to talk to my mom about it, So I just walk up to my mom and say "Hi mom, I want to **** myself how was your day?" It's not that easy, A family who thinks you're happy and always likes to sleep because your "lazy" This one time I tried to tell my mom I wanted to take my life and it didn't work, My sister came in the room and was being the good kid as always and then they both walked out of my room. Leaving me with suicidal on my mind while their laughing in the other room, I look at myself in the mirror but as I look closer I can't find myself, as if I was invisible.
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