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Jayme M Yaroch Dec 2011
My
Wind in the willows
Breathes on my skin
Beginnng to end
But an end to begin

Sounds on the breeze
Tickled my ears
Washed away stress
Relieved all my fears

Spinning in circles
For so long now
Wanted to stop
Just didn't know how

Pushed and pulled
I feel plucked and stuffed
So many wrong emotions
And I've had enough

I was looking for love
I had no clue
Did all of it wrong
It was keeping me blue

Wanted a new start
New life to mold
Yet running in circles
Is making me old

But I have seen
And knew all along
There's no new beginnings
And my end lives on.
Jayme M Yaroch Dec 2011
So full of lights
And colors and gifts
People so happy
Seeing loved ones missed
Bustling about
Setting up their houses
Full of holiday cheer
which the season arouses
I can't hate Christmas
it just isn't done
even though it's so lonely
especially when you're alone
I can't hate Christmas
though I really truly do
shouldn't hate the holiday
I should just hate you.
Jayme M Yaroch Dec 2011
I write some words
Full of suffering
Of a wounded heart
A broken soul
So moving and yet
blase

I am not this pain
that filters through
It is part of me
but it is not me
I am so much more
so much more than pain
I am love, and understanding
laughter and wonder
I find so much beauty around me
yet when I write
All I speak of is pain

This is not who I want to be
This pain does not own me
even if it is what I feel right now
pain is temporary
It will pass quickly
but my life will not
At least not as fast
I am full of love
even if it is marked
by suffering
I know I am not alone

These words
that I am writing
they are my pain
and are part of me
but they are not all
of me
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2011
I miss you
and I wish you were here
so I could hug you
I haven't forgotten your face
or the way you laugh
but I struggle to remember your voice
I see you in the rain
or when horses run
so wild and free
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
when you needed me to be your friend
I was so scared back then

I have to live without you
but there are things I won't forget
your middle name
your favorite color
what you wanted to name your kids
or how much you struggled
or your victory when you proved them wrong
I'll never forget your birthday
or your deathday
I miss you
my friend
my sister
I miss you
Dedicated to Sasha N. Velez, Aug. 27, 1985-May 8th, 2003.
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2011
Oh this is a dangerous game
Like playing chicken
with hand grenades
All you have to do is get close

So dangerous that there is a thrill
Hanging by fingertips
that are starting to chill
One slip and you're a goner
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2011
Too many thoughts
Swirl in my head    
    They fight for a voice
    Things left unsaid    
In panicked fear    
The voices fight
      Sometimes all day
Sometimes all night
Voices like people  
   Trapped deep inside
       Who say some things
    I'd rather hide

Too many voices                  
Want to be heard      
Oft' I'll open my mouth    
And ne'er say a word          
       Thoughts so oppressive
They hurt me to hold          
It'd hurt more to say 'em
I ain't that bold          

                           Too many thoughts
                    Swirling within
                                           Can't tell where they start
                              Or when they begin
                       Together so loud
                               I can't take the noise
                           These voices aren't me
                                    What I speak is my choice!

Too many things    
I never could say    
           And nothing I do
Takes these voices away
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2011
You say it so casually
"Mine."
As though by saying it
Then it is meant to be
You repeated it when I
Denied
For I fully know you are not
"Mine."
Our history forbids it
All sources say against it
How could we begin again
With everything left so unsaid
You still hurt
And still seek others
Then describe what you want
It's me
And you know it
And still want it
And want it to not be me
I'd say go **** yourself
But I wouldn't really mean it
In spite of your stupidity
And avowed non-commitment
I still love you
I'm willing to let you hurt me
Because when you leave
I want you to see this time
That under no circumstances
Did you tell the truth
When you said
"Mine."
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