In a fit of lust
We lose control
But when all is done
I smile as you put your shirt back on
Realizing how good you look without it
And remembering all the days
I use to want to see you so ****
So bare
And now
After my patient waiting
I finally get to see
And I'll never get tired of looking.

My hate
For you
So strong
Can't even
Bare to
Look into
Your demonic
Eyes that
Once enticed
Me
My hatred
So deep
I cannot
Let go
Nor forget
I hate
What you've
Called me
Hate that
I was
To be
Ignored for
The care
And friendship
That I
Had stupidly
Offered
You are a
monster
A beast
In a wonderful
Disguise
But I can finally
See the real you
Beneath it all.

I just
Wish
I could
Escape
From
All
These
Ignorant
Voices
Escape
From
Their
Hat­red
And stupidity.

Mosséd trees stand in respect,
a moment of silence.
Still breathing
but stillness dwells.
In amongst the green
a catharsis of orangey-red shades.
The Japanese maple poised,
chest puffed,
arms elegant.
Sight unstirred.

I only come back to Hello Poetry to write
when I miss getting emails of people reading the crap I wrote.

It's been awhile.

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This has not been a
Poem instead it was just
Some stupid rambling.

I apologize
For wasting some of your time
With this rambling mess.

If it is any
Consolation I am just
As bored as you are.

If you are reading
This rambling mess still instead
of moving along

It was the winter of 2009,
14 inches of snow had fallen overnight.
It was the most I had seen in years,
since when I was 3 years old living in Kalama.

My siblings and I
as soon as we saw the snow
rushed into our
heavy winter coats
and overall snow pants
with mittens and caps
to cover the gaps.
Then we raced outside
moving like marshmellows
with our golden labrador with us.

Determined.
we laid the first angels of the snow
and created the first snowman of the season.
The snow man didn't have buttons for eyes
or a carrot nose.
He had stones for eyes
and a smile and ears made of granola bars
and peanut butter pinecones for hair.

Our mom named it the birdfeeder snowman.
But our fat old goldfinch labrador ate him
before the birds could ever get to snack.

I've been lost the past couple of days.

Nevermind,
I've been lost the past couple of weeks.
Time has been pushing by
painfully leisure.

Days have become so long
that there is no longer a day and night,
no longer a black and white.
You wake up,
go out,
work,
come home,
cry,
sleep.
It's an infinite cycle,
and I am lost in the grey.

My mind is in a constant haze,
lacking emotion
and achieving an absurd amount of stress.
I feel as if I am about to
burst,
like an overfulled waterballoon,
but I am yet to be thrown.

I am stuck in the between.
Not a yes or no,
indecisive.
No starting or stopping,
restrained.
Just left to wait
in this enternal limbo.