Hate
Fate
Escape
Tape
My
Mouth
Shut
I can't
Shut
Up
Because
I was
Tied
Down
For no
Heard
Sound's
I'm
A
Victim
Of
Abuse.
I
Took
A bullet
Bit the string of
Shoes,
Punched
Kicked
Called
*****
****,
*****
Now
I'm
Unchain­ed
No longer
Shut up:
Open
Claimed,
By god
Better
By the world
Who cares for it.
No one needs the world
I know I dont.

I wish I could
Feel your hands in my hair
Your breath on my neck
Your skin on mine
Taste your lips
Your tongue
Your saliva
Indulge in every single part of your body in the most selfish way possible

I can't do this anymore
It kills me to do this
But I have to go
I am broken beyond repair
But it's not like you care

I wasted months and years trying to do my best
But it's never enough


I'm sorry but I have to
This is the end
I really did love you
But I can't do this on my own anymore
You proved to me I didn't matter
I am unimportant
So this is goodbye
This is my end
My eyes will close and my mouth will shut
I will never see the sunrise or
feel the coldness of the wind on face

This is it.
This is my end

I sit with beer, all destitute, to write this alcoholic poem,
Tomorrow's far away, but a catastrophic omen
With beer in front, the task at hand, I should not have a chance,
Yet goggles clear, my writing dear, with future shaking hands,
I'll give a cheer, I'll down my beer, haste towards the achin',
So then I'll wake up, fill my coffee cup, and make some ******* bacon!

He died late last night,
I held him in my arms so tight
until the morning came.
I pleaded with time to freeze,
I didn't want him to leave,
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
Sweet husband of mine.

We had twenty-seven years,
Two children dear,
You held us together my love,
When the wars came to tear us asunder,
You never quit on our lives.

Our life it was so complex,
A thousand moments of joys and distress,
We walked in high desert valleys,
Wild mustangs grazed on our front yard,
Really a lifetime spent so charmed,
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
Dear husband of mine.

Sleep on my dear in this peace,
I know you have found relief,
The troubled genius,
The poet's dance,
You gave love where you could,
You always tried to be so good.

We had our ups and downs
ins and outs,
The tides may have rolled out,
But we always rolled back in.

Now all I have is this empty space,
A few clothes to carry out,
Details to figure out.

Memories will forever stay,
The light of day before my eyes.
goodbye goodbye goodbye
sweet husband of mine.

I've forgotten how to live
like a man on death row
accustomed to four walls
and the monotony of routine
waiting for the inevitable

yet still I hold out for the miracle
some dna evidence that this is all a mistake
that there is something waiting for me
and that this death will give way
to pastures full of sheep
waiting for the shepherd to return

Try to love
anyone who needs it
who looks a little alone
and try love yourself
cause you can't see their goodness
until you see your own

The knot untied, I slipped down and my feet sat on the cold floor
It must have changed it's mind
It must have realized I had more to offer, more to say, less to suffer
I walked on the ocean floor, but the waves soon carried me ashore
They must have found my heart under the sand, thought I would be useful on this saddened land, still floating by in the great wind
I wanted to be gone, not beneath the ground but gone in between the trees, tucked under the eagles wings
The storm never quits the brawling with me
I am pushed, I am threatened, I am made never to let be, but some how always the nightmare lets me free

Come join me sweetheart at the waters edge.
We can dabble our feet in the water that's soothing.
Splash our feet in refreshing water.
We may sit upon grounded  rocks,they look a touch like stranded dolphins.
We can talk to the sound of the sea.
Me and you.
You and me.
There are no cockle shells standing in rows.
Just the fresh aroma of the sea as it crawls up your nares.
Many moments of sentimentality,as together we sit and we breathe in the scent of the sea.
Just me and thee.
The moon rises skyward.
The autumn sun falls down.
Autumn of beaches and stone dolphins, left in front of the falling sun.
Beckoned by the tide.
The pull of the tide is weak tonight.
Come sunrise the dolphins shall still be in sight.
You and I shall say goodbye.
Until the night be gone.
See you soon.
Stone hearted ones.
(c)Livvi

spent and worn and
tattered and torn
is what i feel
this particular day.
i hope and wish
and mourn
that my muse
has temporarily
gone away...
wondering when
if ever (I hope)
i will feel like
writing it all out
once again
hoping soon
my words will come back
and that the silence
and darkness
will not win.