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 May 2017 Patrick
Mike Adam
I saw not the moon

She loved me never

Lumpen rock

I saw not.

The moon and how
High out of song
She shrilled-

The lying moon
 May 2017 Patrick
AnxiousOcean
Y-acht walks around the blue sphere
O-nly yearns, not just to wander
U-ntil it finds a place sung home

D-eep it goes above the water
O-n the welkin filled with flier

N-ever ceases crawling in
O-h, home, so far, where you've been?
T-ill it meets the amity within

B-ut, home is near yet it is distant
E-ven afar from land, and near to alone
L-eft is regret, a yacht of uncertainty
O-h, why do I belong not?
N-owhere, do I belong in?
G-uess, because I'm just a yacht
for the nowhere-to-be-found out there
Broken is the notion that the one we love will feel the same
For some things, despite want and wait, are just not meant to be
Although our hope and effort may feel wasted, this is not the case
For it shows how boldly we will fight for true love still unseen
And even though sometimes it feels like we've become too broken
For anyone to love us even though our love is true
One day, someone will come along, whose heart will sing so for us
That the love we find when hearts entwine will pale all we ever knew
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
 May 2017 Patrick
martin
She's planting out her window box
Young shoots are showing through
She thinks about the Springtime
And the garden she once knew

There were primroses and daffodils
Sweet violets white and blue
She thinks about her husband
And when their love was new

Buds and blooms open up
They scent and colour Summer long
She thinks about those happy days
When they were young and strong

Sunset's falling sooner now
Petals drop, the show is done
She gathers up her Winter shawl
Prepares for what’s to come
Delighted to be the daily
Thank you He Po
And thank you Eli Yo
 May 2017 Patrick
Helen
Some Day(s)
 May 2017 Patrick
Helen
Some days I am happy
Some days I am sad
Some days I just wish
I never had the days I've had
Some days I am crying
Some days I am weak
Some days I am yelling
Some days I am meek
Some days they are pleasant
Some days are truly dark
Some days come so easy
Some days are really hard
Some day I will get over it
Some day I will move on
Some day I will totally get it
Some day I will be strong
Some day it will be over
Some day I will have regret
Some day someone might
love me?
For me
Some day
*but not just yet
I'm thinking, this may be the last days, the very last moments of a once proud soul that's been eaten by the fires of Hell... a nubby snack... How ******* hard is it to post a poem here... Some days it's like trying to put shoes on an angry toddler...
 May 2017 Patrick
Poetic T
Every sunset is one that bleeds within
my perception, I don't no why its
just like seeing my syllables dissipate
into a  hue of clarity. I'm a pill away from
ending it, to find its different in my mind.

My collected conciseness that rises luminous,
but then dissolving as its brightness
falls into a void of white stones descending
into the nothingness inside of me.  
I'm close to something beyond my perception.

I'm not linguistically challenged,
but I'm one pill away from ending
it. I've collected my memories upon
this discoloured white, and its just
a button from fading to nullity.
Don't worry just slight venting :)
 May 2017 Patrick
Zero Nine
I've written
the same horse ****
more than I
care to admit.

(rain, wash me out of disdain)

Surer now
that I'm jaded
with passion,
quickly aged,
and grey.

May rain wash the grey out of me
(color from heaven in rain)

Or, I swear

I'll repeat the same chord
until I fade out

Zero sum
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