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Michael Murphy May 2023
You're talking in circles
And ever so fast

Lie after lie
You're trying to pass

Drinking and Drugging
Are making it worse

You think that it's helping
It's really a curse

You want money from me
That I can't do

You think that it's love
If only you knew

True love is resisting
Your pleas in the night

Your angry words hurt
I don't want to fight

If I ever give in
To your devils I fear

It will **** you for sure
And we'll both disappear
My adult adopted daughter suffers from bipolar.  She is usually ok until she gets bored and turns to drugs and drinking.  Hard to help, and hard to watch.
Michael Murphy May 2023
The luxury of the imagination is the
dream without boundaries.

I am the keeper of time
The universe is my domain

Flying through time
is simply a thought manifested

You're mine again
You're here in my arms

I have total control
No broken hearts

Smiles and laughter abound
I can feel you again

Touch you again
Your spirit fills the room

Trying hard to hang on
Reality is the battle I'm fighting

If I let go, you're gone
If I hang on, I'm gone
Michael Murphy May 2023
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This was harder to do in this simple editor than I had anticipated.
Michael Murphy May 2023
I have a little Attention Defi... what?
Lost my focus, I can't see

Not quite done with A
Now I'm moving on to Z

I cannot master anything
My interest starts to shift

I know a little bit of everything
Believe me, not a gift

If only I could focus
I'm afraid that isn't me

I might still have a chance
If I can master OCD
Michael Murphy May 2023
I didn't think it would end like this
I couldn't catch my breath

Gasping, I could feel my blood run cold

Time stopped
Feeling stopped, even pain

I heard someone say, "time of death
2:34 am."

No bright light, just nothing
Asleep and awake coexist.

Back in our home, I turn in bed to kiss you goodnight, as I have done for a thousand nights

Your side of the bed is cold, so cold
Great loss comes with great love. This was written after witnessing my father's reaction to my mother's passing. I felt part of him die. She passed peacefully.
Michael Murphy May 2023
Don't think too much
For filters sake

The rules are there
For you to break

Speak your mind
Your thoughts reveal

Though some will say
There's no appeal

You own these words
You choose to share

Be true to you
Do not compare
When I read my poems I can say that it is hard to identify a style.  For brief moments I worry that I'm not following the rules. I then remember why I write. I write to express what I feel. I do hope someone else can identify with it. I cannot let that be my driving force.   I write with low expectations and I am never disappointed. Still, I write!
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