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 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
Pax
unloved
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
Pax
I’m not as loved as you think I am
I am just someone who thinks of love
share it at times but
I never got to have it.

 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
Little Bear
Oh how I wish you were still here
I wish so much that you were here to hold me
To give me your words of comfort
To guide me to were I must go
I wish you could still laugh with me
That I could show you how far I have come
I hope you would be proud of me

Oh I wish you were still here
To tell me of which path is best
To tell me that I am brave
To show me what it is to have courage
To love me as you always did
And then I could tell you over and over again
Just how much I love you, I need you, I miss you.
I miss my Dad so very much.
And, even after all this time,
I find need him now
more than ever.
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
nivek
Everyone smiles at least once in a lifetime
check out if yours is triggered
by someone else's misfortune.
Slamming doors are our earthquakes
they are the faults that quake
and when they shift
I can feel our world quiver.

The home we've built
is almost shambles
the plaster lining our walls
crumbles and becomes the dust on our shelves.

The fights we share
are the shifting foundation,
where cracks stagger our steps
and cause us to share blows
dancing a silhouette
of arguments.

Pieces of people
that we never used to be--
are the imaginary characters to our fairy tales  
because there is no way
we could see either of as beautiful--
when we are only seeing
an outline of who we used to be.

Caricatures so misshapened
that they are etched into our bedroom
the sleeping place we used to share our dreams
and instead we scream our nightmares

collapsing from exhaustion
only to cuddle with extra pillows
building forts on each side of the bed
to at least have something comfort us.  

Our harmony finally makes it's ******
it is not the smash of earthquakes
but the sickening silence of loneliness
because we've become isolated.

no longer stomping out natural-disastres
instead we accept our indifference
and we quietly leave the door open--
because there's no need to close doors
in a house we no longer live in.
I was talking to my friend and I spoke about slamming doors.  This idea of rhythm and life lingering in why we slam doors resonated with me so I wrote this.  Slammed doors is our passion for those who/what we care about.
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
wordvango
because there are not enough poetry readers out there
a lot of poets checking on if their latest work
got any hits
not enough English teachers too!
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
Amanda
human
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
Amanda
I drew specimens carrying XY chromosomes as sharp, angular.

But really you're this
gorgeous, warm, breathing breadth of muscle,
tendons & bones.
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
chris
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
chris
but darling,

                  in the end
                  you’ve got to be
                  your own hero,

                  because everybody’s
                  busy
                  trying to save


                                *t h e m s e l v e s
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
R
highs/lows
 Jan 2016 Nick Durbin
R
I was high for so long
that it was only a matter of time before
I came crashing
                            d
                              o
  ­                              w
                                 ­  n
                                      .
reminds me of another time
this low is killing me.
quite literally.
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