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Lou Morgan Sep 2016
I'm falling through
there's nothing left to do.
I'm falling through,
I'm missing you,
I remember you,
And everything you do.
My shattered memories fade,
I lost myself somewhere between the lonely days.
I'm falling through,
Like I fell for you.
My love for you was all in vain,
I hear your name and I feel the pain.
You dig into my skin,
like mortal sin.

I slip away...
I slip away...

I'm falling through,
I'm missing you,
But where are you?
And in that moment,
with me listening to the sound of your breathing,
time slowed and it became my favorite moment of utter peace.

*please read my note
September is suicide awareness month. 10 months ago I lost my someone I cared about deeply to suicide.
I did not write this poem; my best friend wrote it over 2 years ago about something he was going through at the time and he sent it to me. I've thought about sharing it for a long time, I wanted to be selfish and keep it to myself. I decided to share it with the world in loving memory of him because it's a little piece of him, and he was such a beautiful person and had a beautiful way with words.
Lou Morgan Aug 2016
I am dawn itself
so dark and so hopeful, I'm
only beginning
Lou Morgan Jul 2016
be bold
take a chance
even if it's
r e c k l e s s

be careful
play it safe
even if you're
r e s t l e s s

follow your heart
trust your instinct
it doesn't matter if you're
m i n d l e s s

listen to your mind
always think twice
it doesn't matter if you're
h e a r t l e s s

chase your dreams
always work hard
in the end it won't be
p o i n t l e s s

be who you are
no matter who that is
don't let yourself be
l i f e l e s s
Lou Morgan Jun 2016
The date that marks another month
came and went before I had a chance
to dwell on it.

You're already fading,
already disappearing
from my mind.

One day you will fade away completely,
only a memory
and no longer a heartache.

Well darling I wish you would stay,
please never stop haunting me
in this bittersweet way.

Because I'd rather have this heartache
than let you fade away and
become nothing but a shadowed memory.
  Jun 2016 Lou Morgan
Colm
Poetry should be like boxing,
Short, swift, and powerful.
To the point and presented so that you never see it coming.
A hook, a jab, a firm right cross.
Hard hitting and unforgiving,
Never what you are expecting.
Watch it on your cable boxes,
Cheer and scream till you're obnoxious,
Because poetry should be like boxing.
HOLY COW GUYS!!! Thanks for all of the love and support you guys and gals have shown for this piece. Thank you!!!!! Jab, jab, hook!
Lou Morgan May 2016
the strings
that are my mind
are coming undone
without you
here.
fraying at the edges
slipping between
my fingers,
try as i might
to grip them.
there's no hope
for me,
my strings are
coming undone
just like
yours did.
  May 2016 Lou Morgan
archwolf-angel
Anticipating
Another second
Another minute
Another hour

Tick...
...Tock


For the clock to tick by
Gently
Solemnly

Tick...
...Tock


For time to pass by...
...Quickly
...Aggressively

....Tick
...Tock




*­Till I can breathe again.
Sometimes, time can be such a pain in the ****.
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