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my body has shut down
    i move and function
                    but my brain is nothing
         mush with no substance
   i can't hold together
                        the glue isn't strong enough
i'm not strong enough
         without you
                           you're the filling
   the once missing pieces
                      now you're gone
                              and i'm falling apart again
             please
i'll pick up your pieces
     if you put me together again
i didn't eat enough today
      no, i'm not anorexic
  or starving myself
               i just forgot to eat enough
                        it didn't occur to me until now
    as my stomach clenches in pain
           but i didn't need food
   until you left
but i'm not 'okay' enough to ask
Just one more poem.
Just one more rhyme...
come on brain!
Have you lost your mind?

Just one more limerick.
Just one more haiku...
it's always so easy!
What's wrong with you?

Just one more story.
Just one more tune...
write of winter!
Describe hot June?

Just one more lesson.
Just one more advice...
say it with jewelry!
Teach of vice?

Just one more declaration.
Just one more truth-spree...
do it on paper!
Set yourself free?

Just one more blood-let.
Just one more piece of you...
there's something to say!
What have you accrued?

"Just one more bad day.
Just one more true beauty...
to write it all down!
Isn't it a poet's duty?

Just one more Maui sunset.
Just one more lost friend...
Oh, don't worry!
'One mores 'never end..."
Feel free to critique and praise as you'd like. Look as some of my other poems! Many different ones, although many use rhyme. Thank you!
 Jul 2013 Jamie Horridge
Annie
I grew up watching my father down
a beer to drown his fear, and so I learned
that it is best to hide your feelings.

His fright turned to anger, which he
never covered up, and I found new
hiding spots to escape his rage.

But there is no way to live
in the shadow of an incomplete
family, kept together by an eight
year old son and his baby sister.

We inherited our parents' mistakes,
constantly torn between cruelty and silence.
We only know hate and grief,
broken with nobody to fix us.

I've come to know that there are more
bad nights than good days, and that
nobody will stay to keep you company
when your thoughts overwhelm you.
Profiling
( A Cops View)

Profiling, it can save a life
Now Im not saying its always right
But we see something thats out of place
And we're supposed to look the other way

Dont judge a person by there looks
What they drive or who there with
No matter what the time of day
We cannot question what they say

Your mind tells you there's something wrong
That this person does not belong
Still im not allowed to question them
About where they're going or where they've been

But commit a crime or someone dies
Then the whole community they question why
For the Officers should have known
That guy, that car, they don't belong

We cant profile all by itself
The law requires we have something else
It is a tool that we can choose
But not the only tool to use

Profiling, it can save a life
Now I'm not saying it's always right
No one tool should be abused
But if it saves a life,..... ill profile you

Carl Joseph Roberts
Apparently I have ticked some people off with this poem. Let me say this again, Profiling alone without just cause and additional actions is wrong. Profilimg because of color of skin is always wrong. Profiling is not however just a color thing. Profiling can be used with other tools to determine if you should take an additional step.  Never used alone and never because of color of skin of weather the person has money or not.

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