I believed
but never trusted
I hoped
But never had faith
For I doubt
It could ever happen

I know I somehow
Did you wrong,
As I'm not perfect.
I know I somehow
Embraced insensitivity,
As I'm a human.
For that I'm proud
To embrace the joy
We ought to have

I promised to
Love you always,
But I never promised
Not to be tempted.
I promised to
Never hurt you,
But I never promised
To be perfect
I promised to
Be there for you,
But I never thought
I could break

Even if love fades
Even if you move on
I will be on the shade
Trying to move on too
For your happiness
Has brought a smile
That is an inspiration

I tried and I failed

You.
I love you.
I love your voice, your laughter, and your eyes.
You.
Your presence makes me feel safe.
You.
I crave your lips against mine underneath the soft moonlight.
You.
I want you to hold me as we stare at the sky.
You.
I want to wake up to your tired blue eyes every morning.
You.
I fall in love with your smile everyday.
You.
I want to hold your hand as tight as I possibly can.
You.
I want to fall asleep in your arms as you whisper sweet lullabies in my ear.

There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together,
In all sorts of weather.
That affable person of Nice.

You just need closure.
All you really want is an answer to your how, why & when?
How did they lead you to this?
Why did they?
& when did it all fall apart.
The answer doesn’t lie within the response of the ones that hurt us,
but from the actions of the ones that did.
The answer was there the moment they decided you didn’t deserve one.

-irasol.losari

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hammock\truth.
& you can change-your-look
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while i'm just spilling letters
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In a dream I returned to the river of bees
Five orange trees by the bridge and
Beside two mills my house
Into whose courtyard a blindman followed
The goats and stood singing
Of what was older

Soon it will be fifteen years

He was old he will have fallen into his eyes

I took my eyes
A long way to the calendars
Room after room asking how shall I live

One man processions carry through it
Empty bottles their
Image of hope
It was offered to me by name

Once once and once
In the same city I was born
Asking what shall I say

He will have fallen into his mouth
Men think they are better than grass

I return to his voice rising like a forkful of hay

He was old he is not real nothing is real
Nor the noise of death drawing water

We are the echo of the future

On the door it says what to do to survive
But we were not born to survive
Only to live

I'm older than FM radio,
I grew up when it was normal
to hate your enemies.

“****” and “Nip” were taught
as appropriate
and wars raged
on air, land, and sea.

Food stamps rested with coins
before situational ethics
made life grayer than gray.

Might did not make right,
Right made right!

I don’t know if “then” was better.
I know it was different
and I was at play.

Judgment had an extra “e.”
It was a different day and
no one knew who I was.