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 Jul 2014 Mary
unwritten
once
 Jul 2014 Mary
unwritten
i had a friend once,
and she taught me
not to say "i love you too,"
because it sounds false and inauthentic,
and little white lies are worse than the cold, hard
truth.

i had a friend once,
and she taught me
that you don't have to do anything;
it's simply a matter of whether you should
or shouldn't.

i had a friend once,
and she lived in a small, boring town
with small boring people.

i had a friend once,
and she was not a small, boring person.

i had a friend once,
and she hated herself,
every last inch of her,
but she still always knew
how to make me smile.

i had a friend once,
and she would always reference books
or music
or movies,
because to her,
the real world just wasn't as appealing.

i had a friend once,
and i left her.

she stayed.

she waited.

i'm sure her hope wavered at times,
but she waited still.

and i came back,
only to leave again.

she didn't stick around this time, though.

so, you see,
i had a friend once,
and she taught me
to think deeply,
to live freely,
and to love truly.

i had a friend once.

she's gone now.

(a.m.)
idk.
 Jul 2014 Mary
Mitchell
I asked
To be asked
Under the
Name
Of

We.

She smiles
While she remembers
Smiling
At such a

Thing.

There was, there is, there is always
Just
Two.

And we see each other
Through the cafe windows,
Rain drops sliding down the smooth,
Clear glass.
My face is broken into a million different
Reflections, but hers parts the rain.
She smiled, again recalling
Her smiles and our

Chance Encounters.

Her, she, the one
I'm always
Thinking of,
Never fully comes
Inside.

She is half in,
Half
Out.

In our distances,
We are more together
Than when we are
Sometimes nearer.

My weight
Weighs as much as its weighed
Since I arrived.
I'm allowed
A little
Leeway, aren't I?
For these walls of rules
Are meant to be broken,
As long
As it stays

Entertaining.

She nods reading
The nod and pinches her fingers
To the page
And flips it.
I've got nothing to say.

There's not much
Defending yourself
Once the word
Is
Down.

I play play
With the thought
Of
Another life.

A life astray.

A life with no meaning
But
Experience.

A life devoid
Of labels, responsibilities, friendships, lovers, family.

A life exempt.

To rid
Oneself of
That, would be
To denounce one's
Valuable
Emotion.

Or one's
Invaluable
Emotion?

Two rockers
Rock
In a warm
Wind.
With nobody
Occupying
Either, they continue
To rock for their
Own Purposes.

She says and has said,
"Find yourself a task
And the meaning
Will come
Eventually. If it doesn't,
Find yourself
A New Task."

I nod at what she has said
And stare as far as I can
Out the open window.
A grayish whitish cloud
Floats still in the skyline.
There are lacerations
All around its whale like body.
Humming to myself, imagining
Floating whales, my counselor
Swats the top of my hand with a ruler.
I feel it and I don't feel it.
I let the sting travel to the back of my spine near the neck,
Clench my jaw, and wait for the fade.

"Ouch," I say simply looking at her, "Very ouch."

A click of her pen, a scream through her throat,

And
I'm out
The door.

I am, I was
Old
I feel, I felt, I feel.

She is, she was
Keeping afloat
She is, she was, she will
Continue
To do so.

Love
Need not to
Conquer All.

Love
Need only to

Be.
 Jul 2014 Mary
John Stevens
© July 2002 John L. Stevens

My heart was so heavy
With sadness and sorrow.
The day was so dark
I could not see tomorrow.
Hope seemed so dim
Through the tears that I cried.
I could not see You Lord
The day that s(he) died.

I remembered Your promise
To be by my side.
For always You’re with me
In You I abide.
In the midst of the darkness
Your hand touched my soul.
You drew me so close
And made me whole.

There are times that I cry
Alone with just me.
When the silence comes crashing
Like a storm-troubled sea.
There are times that I laugh now
When I remember the years.
That we shared together
Through the good times and tears.

The peace oh Lord
The memories You bring.
Fills my life with hope
Make my heart strings sing.
Draw me close to Your side
And lead me gently on.
Give me hope for tomorrow
Till the dark turns to dawn.
———
Open my heart Lord
Let out the sorrow.
Pour in your spirit
And hope for tomorrow.
I need Your touch Lord
On my heart this hour.
Fill me with Your love
With Your healing power.
Strange how this happens.
Spring of 2002 unraveled for a friend of mine. His wife got sick, his mother came out to help them and she had heart failure and died in the hospital one floor below where his wife was located. A month later his wife died, he lost his job, a vertebrae in his neck deteriorated, his insurance evaporated. It was Job all over again. We spent many hours of many days trying to make sense of his situation. It seemed pointless. Absolutely hopeless. I can remember a cold fear pouring over me. There was nothing I could do to help him.

I wrote a piece called “Hope for Tomorrow” a couple months later that reflected his loss and my loss when my mother died 1991. Writing is therapy for me. Writing puts on paper a reminder of where I am at that time. The words of this piece points to the loss of a loved one but the thoughts can translate to any loss.

Today he is doing well.  Working in a school district doing IT work. It has been 12 year
 Jul 2014 Mary
ajp
Its coming back.
 Jul 2014 Mary
ajp
The scary thing about
d e p r e s s i o n
is that you k n o w
when that t h i c k,
                                 b l a c k,
                                               b l a n k e t
is coming
             b a c k
but you c a n ' t do
a n y t h i n g
                     about it.
 Jul 2014 Mary
Ashley Etienne
Free
 Jul 2014 Mary
Ashley Etienne
It seems to me i have no place to be. Walking these wood why don't I just leave?Why should I turn back if that's not my home?
Desire and abandonment is what I call my throne.
Flowers, birds, butterflies, and more if I go back I'll only want more.
To be free is what I truly need.
And if home isn't my place then where can I be?
I'll live In the woods and build my own home.
Cherish the forest where for now on I shall roam.
This, my friend is what I call wanderlust.
 Jul 2014 Mary
Kat
Golden Dawn
 Jul 2014 Mary
Kat
I dream of you..
My flawless Apollo
Unable to fathom
Yet easy to follow

In the darkness
I can't tell the King from a pawn
But with the death of a god
Came the first golden dawn

In a permanent sleep
I'm impaled to the bed
The most beautiful dagger
Stabbed me right through the head

Though I'm happy for that
'Cause I think with my heart
Death is but the beginning
When you play with the arts

I untangle the sword
To push you off of me
Could Romeo & Juliette
Still love with a lobotomy?

The answer is yes
I yank the sword from your chest
Then I mummify your body
And cover you in amulets

From the Book of the Dead
I recite you a prayer
    "Your heart is mine
    And it is at rest there."

I lye down beside you
Re-bludgeon myself
From zombie to angel
Into Heaven from Hell

Corpses in a pyramid
What perfect symmetry
Death is short
But love is for eternity
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