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Unfortunately,
It is easier
To put-out the light
From our own inner-flame,
Than it is
To put light
Into someone's inner-darkness,
When they have no morals,
Remorse or shame.

~ Shutting off.

By Lady R.F. (C)2019
 Jan 2019
Stíofáinín
I sit here in wonder untill the smoke runs clear
Countless minitues without the fear
What do I do when the time is up
Perception shifts like hands on a broken clock
Opposing themselves while falling behind
Seconds away from occupying your time
Knock knock
I'm still in my prime
Just replicating the echoes that procure your time
Aspirations that only ever confine
Here, where I am unable to omit,
Breathlessly I've collapsed
Over and over you
 Jan 2019
Jen
Eternity
Elapsed
Through fingers.
It wasn’t
Real...
Touched
And lingered
All over,
To return to the
Inception
Eternally.
We can live forever,
In another world.
 Dec 2018
Sjr1000
Car wheels on a dirt road
She turns off the bedroom light
Turns to face herself on a frozen night
It hasn't gone well
Two marriages two fiancees
One Too Many ****** addicts
Along the way

Please forgive me she tells her kids
Her mother goes to sleep never wakes up
Now their moving her to Tennessee
To be close to a father she never did see
A hard luck story from beginning to end
Molested by a neighbor way back when
Eleven years old, they said he was a friend
My father was a **** beat me with a stick
Children are to be seen not heard
So he said
Respect him
I wanted to wait until he was sleeping,
The cast iron and his head
Bye bye

But I didn't

Prison bound eventually
Trusted a woman undercover
Not too bad
Safer than I've ever been
Worked my job
Did my shift
Otherwise never had to get out of bed

A twist of fate
A neighbor decided I was the one
Took me to a Colorado ranch
Five hours from Santa Fe

Staring into the wood stove
I've never really told him about my past
He never seemed all that interested
One more beer and he'll be fine

Car wheels on a dirt road
The night is slow in winter
She turns off the bedroom light.
 Dec 2018
Helena
mud-
stuck in the sole-ridges.
burning sun in amber petrichor
you suddenly feel infinite
skipping, humming
(****** puddle,suicide note)
and then a body underneath you
in plasma, in blister, in blood.
never let me drown
(you keep me burning on)
i´m mud
subtly stuck in
rubber bridges.

started singing with the kids in park
but that swore i could hear them screaming


Oh God, Oh God
These footsteps break my silence
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