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 Apr 2017 Jawad
Chelsea Brooks
They say God makes no mistakes
And this I know to be true
But yet everything feels so wrong
In this world without you

In this world without you
Some breaths feel heavier
Some smiles less wide
Some days much longer
More tears cried

In this world without you
I try to move on
But still feel pulled back
Because your number is still saved in my phone
But I know it’s not your voice that I’d hear on the other end
I know it’s not you I’ll get to see next holiday or weekend

I know our goodbye was temporary
But it feels too long
I knew I shouldn’t be sad
But celebrate your transcendence
But this world without you just doesn’t feel right
Please know I loved you
And cared deeply for you
During this time on Earth
And I hope to see you again
In heaven
Where true happiness begins
If you've never really experienced grief...this is only a tiny piece of what it can feel like
 Apr 2017 Jawad
Chelsea Brooks
Is it normal,
that whenever I see those mushy love scenes
The lightened up face of another woman being chased by the man of her dreams
That I scream?
Because I know it isn't real and I question if it could ever be me
Because all of the love I've known ends in heartache and tragedy
Is it normal that at the end when they've said "I love you" or "I dos" that I feel a tinge of jealousy
for something that isn't even reality
When a lover realized that love had no boundaries
or that a job across the country wasn't more important
or that living without that person wasn't an option
or when the bad guy is defeated and prince and princess unite
or when lovers make up from a terrible fight
I think
Will I ever know this love?
...does this love really even exist or is it some made up fiction for the world of dreamers and those who hope?
 Apr 2017 Jawad
Starfire
As the sparkling water falls down
My love for you grows stronger by the minute

But when the sparkling water flows upwards
My love for you dies by the minute

Till there's nothing left
 Apr 2017 Jawad
Gidgette
She saw the blood this morning,
as she was making the bed
She sat down in the rocking chair,
and sadly, dropped her head
Remembering what he did last night,
the awful things he said
Shame came creeping over her,
turning her bruised face bright red
All the years they'd been together,
seven, since they'd wed
She had hoped for love and kindness,
but got misery instead
She heard his boot heels on the walk,
her heart sank, filled with dread
The monster hit her too hard that time,
now
she sleeps with Angels, in heavens bed
 Apr 2017 Jawad
rose
oddly charming
 Apr 2017 Jawad
rose
There is more beauty in the steam
coming out of my coffee machine
Than there is in a Monet
At least with my lonely eyes
it seems that way
When the sink drips its drops
To me it is art
Maybe cause my world
Is falling apart
I tend to find beauty in odd things
 Apr 2017 Jawad
rose
2:00 a.m.
 Apr 2017 Jawad
rose
Raspberry tea at 2:18 A.M.
is a Band-Aid to my loneliness
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