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  Feb 2016 Eve
ROBERT W KODAMA
significant other
on her journey
first of seven in blackout
with twenty-one more

only she can swim her way
out the bottle neck

treadn so long
but still ended on the bottom
would have drown
had she not been the drinker

cause the bottle is empty
if you have not found

for it was as empty as
her life
even though
i am beside her

she would have drank me too
if i had not
soured her desire

in the midst of these
flowers an sweets
of love

i bow my head alone
for a healthy wife
to come home

hated as i am
to have been the one

the demands i made
ultimatums is really
what they were

i gladly checked her in
for the doctors
to pull whats inside her

questions abound
will i still be around
could this be our end
was this my purpose
when it all began

just the lords game
to send me the broken
only to began again

is this my life
that i'm always
only a fixer

am i the problem
in the end
to be sent away
a dis-carder

rehab will tell
if this love will last
or i my be just her past
thirty days will tell

im the hubby livin rehab hell
  Feb 2016 Eve
Jack Ghaven
It's so hard to get inspired
When I feel so **** pathetic
Drugs get my brain so wired
Lately life just feels so synthetic
So fake so pretend
My head is buzzing hands shaking
Through it all in the end
I just don't want to be faking
I feel like a waste of time
Stuck in my cycle of inebriation
I feel like I'm wasting rhymes
Teasing myself with my imgination
  Feb 2016 Eve
i
he told me
that my love was
bigger than all the
oceans together.
and now we barely
speak, and he can't
make me hate him.
it's impossible to hate
a person like him, to hate
a heart, a body, a soul,
a mind, like his.
i hope he still cares about me;
our july was wonderful.
maybe it's still love that
i'm feeling.
i miss him, i miss his love,
i miss him caring about me,
i miss our closeness,
i miss writing poems about him,
i miss being happy about him,
i miss his eyes, i miss the way he was
in july and august,
i just miss him, all the ******* time.
and it still hurts, i can feel my heart aching.
  Feb 2016 Eve
Star Gazer
The stars look so pretty tonight,
Reflecting the glare that is the moonlight.
It is even better when you have company,
Oh how I wish you would come to me.

Hair so yellow like a sunflower,
The way you'd look at stars late every hour,
It is almost like you bathe in its beauty,
But I bathe in your beauty, cutie.

Oh how I wished to hold you in my arms,
Keep you from the dangers and the harms,
This world will throw at you,
But then again even the night sky has shades of blue.

I see you play the guitars, your fingers striking the strings,
Oh how I wish I was the strings, and bring the joy that it brings,
I can see you paint sometimes, just an array of finesse,
I can't say anything more than I think I've been blessed.
Keep your heart where it is at,
For I can not watch it fall in half once again.
                           My world is made beautiful by your presence.
                              -Fellow Star Gazer
  Feb 2016 Eve
M
I heard a voice in a dream tell me
love never ends
not even when the world falls down
when the people around you are in a game
when you aren't yourself
when you dislike somebody or left them alone
when you loved them once and thought you never would again
love never ends.
  Feb 2016 Eve
blankpoems
they're saying "all you do is drink and cry", "I think you're bad for everyone" and you're not saying anything and I'm saying I love you,
I ******* love you
And maybe I needed something to bring me back to reality maybe these bathtubs are always a little too deep for me but I fit so perfectly in small spaces because I learned when I was 14 that i was never gonna grow into a butterfly
but my aunt still calls me hers and I'd still flutter my eyelashes on yours while the earth turned to ash because I like things ending so softly
and you are a ******* miracle if I've ever seen one I want to sleep with you so badly, on a trampoline in the summer and I want to watch you do bad things and smile so sweetly at you and you'll know that I don't give a **** what you do as long as you're still loving me while you're doing it because baby we've got this one life and I've been loving you as long as I have known what love is and I know it's in the way you whisper and I know it's in the way you say you're my world and if the world stopped turning tomorrow we'd be the only things still moving with excitement you make me so nervous and calm and nervous and calm and deep breath you make me nervous I bet you'll make me nervous when we're older and I'm making you pancakes and I feel your eyes on me and I burn my fingers but you always kiss them better baby
you're an alleyway and the kitten that sleeps there
you're the rain on the windowpane and the water breaking the levee
I'm drowning in everything I have ever said to you so if I say one last thing one last thing,
while you're not saying anything,
I love you,
I ******* love you
  Feb 2016 Eve
Bec
On Sunday mornings,
my father likes to leave for
church before he can see me
just getting home.
Cigarettes in the back pocket
of yesterday's jeans and another
strangers' fingerprints littered
across my body.
Do you pray for my soul, father?
While you're on your knees
at the pew, do you think about
the tears in the knees of my jeans?
Do you ask God why he has
burdened you with a
daughter like me?
The blank pages of the bible
you clutch will not save you
and my Holy Water cocktail
will not save me.
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