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The Mellon Aug 2016
One
Two
Three

It starts so simple counting

One
Two
Three

But is keeping track all to simple?

What about the times I've been hurt
What about counting the number of times that I've been abandoned

What about the number of sleepless nights that I've stayed
Awake
Upon my bed tormenting myself and raging against
God

One
Two
Three

If I were to count to seven I would have been depressed for three years
Once I reach seven you would arrive at the age I made a choice

I held a blade to my throat and decided between

Counting
And
Not counting any more

One
Two
Three

Then I saw eight and nine and before i made it to ten my life changed

I felt a love that was unknown to me

That love is what I still count by today

One
Two
Three

I know a girl who counts differently than I do
Instead of love she counts by hate

Every night she looks at herself and carves tally marks while counting

One
Two
Three

That same girl now counts threw love

She can look at her arm and smile as she counts each victory running parallel across her skin

One
Two
Three

I tell you every number counts

I have in my life now counted 6565 days
Tomorrow will be 6566 days
The day after will be 6567days

One
Two
Three

Is how I began
I nearly died at seven
I was saved at eleven

One
Two
Three

I speak as I count and I speak love
Because love is love is love is love
And because love is love
I am loved
And because love is love
And I am loved
I love too
  Aug 2016 The Mellon
Anonymous Freak
I'm having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they're a hungry bunch of guests.

Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth.

You can't have supper without dessert,
So they ate up more of my
Food for thought.
And if you stay for dessert,
You may as well spend the night.
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack.

One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, "Why not stay two?"
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent.

So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home
And brought all of his friends.
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards.

I've never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they're here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don't ever
Have Life over for tea.
  Jul 2016 The Mellon
b e mccomb
today i was thinking about
loss
and how perfect
silence is in its purest form

and i was thinking about
love
and how beautiful
music is to broken ears

and i was thinking about
how there are
a lot of versions
of myself

like playing cards
that are all the same deck
but every face is a little
different from the other

depending upon
the company
holding it
of course

but i was thinking about
which i liked best and
it's the version of me
when i'm alone

all my faces shuffled and
neatly stacked with
those useless jokers turned
inward against the others.

and then i got to thinking about
love and loss again
and i decided upon what
i would really like

and that is to find the person who
i like the version of myself with
as much as i like the version of myself
when i'm alone

and i would like to fall so deeply in
love with them that all my other
losses look to me like
the faces of playing cards.
Copyright 2/3/16 by B. E. McComb
The Mellon Jul 2016
For a long while I held myself together
Nobody got anything from me

My opinion was mine alone

My ideas were self contained

My words rarely left my lips

My heart most definently was locked away

One day you came along
My first mistake was telling you what I thought of you
My next was what I wanted to do
Worse yet were the three words "I love you"

It took you years to make me truly ***** up though
One day I messed it all up and finnaly delivered my whole heart to you

You gladly took it in two hands
Looked up to me and smiled
That's when you tossed it over my head
You ran and caught it

I stamped my foot and told you no
You threw it back again

I started to have fear

You tore my heart in three
Started juggling with me

I cried and pleaded no
But you wouldent let me go

Eventually you got bored

Tore my heart to confetti
And showered it on me

I feel knees to the floor
I gathered what was once at my core

I looked to God and threw what was left of my heart

What came down was whole and pure
No longer was I broken
No longer must I fear

I can live threw anything
My God is hear
Inspired by Cait and by Camp
The Mellon Jul 2016
Little child, my love so sweet
Rest your head and go to sleep

In the morn I'll be there
Rest your head and not a care

I love you sweet child of mine
I love you sweet child of mine

Little child, my love so sweet
Peaceful dreams and go to sleep

Tomorrow's a new day for you to see
Sleep now for new energy

I love you sweet child of mine
I love you sweet child of mine

(Repeat)
The Mellon Jul 2016
Okay, sorry this isn't a poem, but it's for many more poems. I'm going be starting a year long series. Each day I will be taking a verse from the Bible and writing a poem about it. Eventually my app will give me a hard verse, so I would like it if any of you have a favorite verse or more, please share it below and I'll add it in eventually. I won't be posting everyday, but I will be writting everyday (time allowing).
Please help me out
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