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You gave me a jar once.
It was painted black and labeled
"100 reasons why I love you"

Inside were 100 little green papers
with notes and memories
each individual piece reminding me
that I am not all bad.
That not all in the vortex of my mind is twisted
each piece gave me hope
hope I wasn't just a broken glass
useless.

The first time I told you
"I don't think you love me"
You looked at me with a face that spoke
equal parts anger and sadness
you told me
"Believe me or not, it's the truth"
And so I did.

Fast forward 3 years and countless lies later
you told me
"I never told you to trust me"
and you didn't
But what am I supposed to think
when you tell me
"Believe me or not, it's the truth"
was that not a challenge?
That somehow, you would prove my skepticism wrong
that even though you knew, you didn't deserve it
you hoped I would give you trust?
because I gave it.
I gave you a lot of things

A lot of things I can never have back
some things I do not want back

You gave me a lot of things too
Hope being one of them.
You gave me hope that I was more
hope that I was enough

You gave me a lot of things.
Happiness, anxiety, sadness, security
a hole in my chest
that hurts more than any piece of steel
run across my skin
a complex that reminds me
that I'll only ever always be 2nd to another
and
a reminder that I shouldn't trust so much...
not even the people I love.

And you also gave me a jar once
It was painted black and labeled
"100 reasons why I love you"
Inside were 100 little green papers
with notes and memories
but now it seems
they were just 100 little lies
that got the better of me.
Finally writing after so long
the deception rings on.
Like the feeling of being stabbed in the back.
like being tortured in the middle of a football stadium.
Spittin' out blood, wiping away the tears.
Your deception made me crave pain.
Made me swim with my demons.
And you?
You go on wishing death upon everyone you meet.
your ghost never left.
but it never stayed.
It follows me,
just as you once did.
I smell your perfume.
In the elevator.
Up the stairs.
It follows me.
It wont let me forget you.
everything you are.
All the hell I endure.
The pain.
and all I can do.
is laugh.
I am a borrower
collecting things that shine
all stashed in cracks and hidey-holes
where the rafters meet the roof
in the basement floorboards
lift one and you'll see
the treasures I've collected
two gorgeous glassy eyes
seven gilded antique buttons
a bouquet of sweetly fragrant lilies
a gleaming jar of pixie dust
three noble barristers
an Irishman netting butterfly dreams
a sorceress of the endless prairie
windmills like soldiers all in a line
the saddest porcelain doll
a small brown bear
trains screaming by on underground rails
a sprinkling of desert blooms
six jack-in-the-boxes so I'm always surprised
the hairless stuffed dog that bit me as a child
a Rickenbacker bass softly riffing the blues
a farmer's Ovation to accompany my woes
seashells that sing the ocean breeze
a merman from the Northern seas
tucked away in every space
packed within each sweet hollow
these simple pleasures I have borrowed
You are my coffee
Not just in the morning
You keep me awake even at night
With thought of you that's never ending
Thank you for chosing this piece for the Daily.  This is my first so I am so happy, grateful and more inspired to write.
Driving to work I saw myself
how stupid I had been in my last three years
with my two lovely kids
my silent wife
my shining mistress
and above all, with myself

Coming and going from my pretty house
with flowers all around and lawn *******
with my finest books, waiting for me in my ***** room upstairs,
my long beautiful illness
& all kind of stuff
I was blessed every inch of these days
You are blessed, so ******* blessed, doctor Cozan

looking at stars with your boy through a shining telescope
in these silent nights of August
with fresh coffee sitting on Spinoza' s Ethic
and, sometimes,
listening to a deadly symphony of cows

and I never thought of myself as the happiest ******* on Earth
I've never cried for anybody
even now, when I' m waiting for nothing
(watching my daily ****)
and thinking of her, the luckiest strike I’d ever had.
 Jun 2015 Corina Gina Papouis
NV
NO WAIT, BUT BUT, WHERE ARE YOU MOVING TO?*

WELL SEE, I AM GOING TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT.
-
**ARE YOU COMING?
I perish daily for one to toucheth mine outer brawn
For to feel ones soul in collision with mine own
A melody of triumphant song...

I suffocate periodically to hybrid thirst
For I want to be rebirthed
In ones arms and eyes.....

Sweet child of mine,
Overwhelm me in overload sleep
Keepeth mine tongue between thy teeth
And grip me in thine soul

Release me in thy hold

And palm me
As god to and infant!!!!!!

Cometh close,
Not distant
(Mina)
I looked up at the sky
dear god you listening?
I wonder how you let us sin
as if you just don't see a thing

( Brandon)

( God)
I heareth thee mine child
For tis man hath his free will
Yet man hath forgotten me
Dilutes me by drink and by pills

(Mina)


why did you give man the right to
do all these inhumane acts
forget you as simple as this
and get obsessed with his own tasks.

( Brandon)

(God)
I loveth man
He hath his own will to chooseth,
Simply one choice
Me or the devil their soul giveth!!!
Thou must remember mine daughter
For man the devil doth temp,
Man chooseth to sell his own soul
As to Satan man to him is for rent!!!

( Mina)


you are the creator of man
and you gave him the free will
while you could take it all away
ask him to pray for you still
instead you gave him a second choice
by which he could've gone amiss
devil never seemed to be trustful
could mislead you simple as a kiss...

(Brandon)

(God)
Tis right mine offspring
I'm the creator of all
The devil didst betray me
As his cherubs didst fall
And though this world mayeth be dark
And hellish after all
I am the light
Between hellion Shaw!!!
I know I'm not God.. I play part for poem to answer simple yet at same time hard ?s man asks God.... Mina plays herself asking ?s she would ask God I play gods part though I'm def not him lol enjoy... Trying to give me younger friend a boost!! She's got writers block deciding to help ()::::
Baby, I’m so drunk
I could do Michael’s moonwalk, backwards
And I can, please remember this, I can swear at all idiots in traffic

You know,
My wings
The ones that are dripping blood?

The others only see a knight on a white horse
The others only see a man in the light

And I am showing them the way
And say:
Oy, angels, darlings, drink only water
And pray to the fish!

Nobody should wait for nobody. I said nobody!
Let’s love again. Let’s
**** again. With our gaze.
Let’*****, come on! I know you can, excellent!
Let’s laugh again, scaring the fish.
Let’s rush under God’s hand like a field of ****.

Baby, have you got enough money?
And your colleagues? Still gay?
Baby, like a groom I tell you
One day I shall release  your hand
But
Now I am Caesar, and I’ve conquered you for life
You may say:
-tell me a story Caesar

And you say it

You want to kiss me in the end and your lips descend
where it hurts the most
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