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 Sep 2017 Lesa Renee
GaryFairy
i woke up today, yesterday was what it was
another day of living my life for a buzz
i'm always surprised to see the morning light
when will i ever live my life right

what tomorrow brings is never on my mind
i search and search, then find what i find
eye to eye with the devil isn't a fair fight
when will i ever live my life right

stuck in a pattern that's set to repeat
with demons closing in and feeling the heat
my life ends up another day, another night
when will i ever live my life right
Who we thought we were
Who we came to be
Neither lived up to the fantasy
We crushed our spirits
And took our souls
The weight growing heavier
As we grow old
Smiles fade into apprehension
As codependency enslaves
The harder we fight the tension
The more consumed by the waves
Flooded with anger and confusion
Judgemental delusion
Hearts ending up hard
In self-imposed seclusion
Unknowing of the future
We still strive for our dreams
Working harder than ever, yet
Living beyond our emotional means
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 Apr 2017 Lesa Renee
GaryFairy
i don't need you to dream about me
nightmares will do just fine
as long as you don't live without me
as long as i stay on your mind
 Apr 2017 Lesa Renee
Sobriquet
So many lines and laments
scribed in ink and feeling,
for the girl who is the ocean

but she is a swell and surge
too dauntless and wild,
for a lover whose bones crave the shore.

She craves the squalls and gusts,
and cast iron skies,
a worldly drift to sate the salt in her skin,
the deep pull of currents in her blood.

She is chaotic but not reckless,
she is fickle, but not feckless.
Love her boldly or not at all
her bones belong to the sea
but she will always return to the shore.
Wow thankyou for the kind words everyone. Feels really good to know people enjoy my words, and my first Sun too!
 Dec 2016 Lesa Renee
Doug Potter
Sometimes I smell your hair
and pretend to lay my
chest against you

like on those nights after
building  a pine  fence
around the yard

of  a Baptist preacher’s
house in Georgia
forty miles

from cold beer and café pie,
and then I remember that
was 20 years ago

before you and me
drove different
highways.
 Dec 2016 Lesa Renee
Mike Essig
Darkness and cold
press like death
upon my windows.
Each year,
harder and harder
to fend them off.
Slowly, surely,
each winter,
they creep deeper
into my soul.
Light and warmth,
only fading memories
of spring, youth
and you.
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