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No one would notice
Even if they tried to focus

Everyday I would put on a smile
But in reality, I’d be in my room crying for quite a while

No one could even tell
I guess I masked it so well

I never really enjoyed my life
All I ever wanted was someone to call my wife

But I knew that day would never come
It left my heart feeling ever so numb

All was feeling the same one day
My heart and mind left stray

That was until I saw you
The very moment I knew love was true
This goes out to the love of my life, I love you so much.
I would say that I'm just treading water
But i enjoy swimming and this
Is so much worse
When I can’t write
And still I wish to.
Thinking all night
Hoping to see you.

Writer’s block isn’t for me.
But poked eyes, tonight I see.
Paper and pen, Keyboard and screen.
Either way, words fly from me.
In the ivy there he laid
In the ivy almost dead
Stuck to his skin a melting sleeping bag
Next to his hand a bottle of drown
Drown his sorrows
Drown his ache
Set himself on fire to smother the pain
In the ivy there he laid
In the ivy burned his flesh
A poem about the time my husband set himself on fire and was found by our friend lying in the ivy
''When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary,
When troubles come and my heart burdened be,
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until You come and sit awhile with me.”

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not hidden, for I reside in my accustomed spot,
but my face reveals a dispirited demeanor,
so most leave me alone, but not in peace,
late June, and the world less-than-august

These burdens which are weighty mighty.
are like weights in a trainer's vest,
while they can be removed,
only additions arrive, as screws
tightened to increase the threshold of
consternation and persistent pain insistent

the silenced aura within which I sit most patiently,
becomes both jailer and friend,
while I await your salvation arrival,
amidst tales of others who preceded me in this
waiting game predicament, most unsuccessfully,
admixed with stories of one or two
rewarded...
a tease, a stringy tale of hope, an endurance test,
to make my heart even more burdened be,
though wearied, yet unsuccmbed,
for I have seen you, existence verified,
and my patience knows no limits,
awaiting the cool of fall,
when the breezes bear and bare your scent,
and hints your returning presence,
changes the very meaning of
*awhile
June~aug 2024
I don't understand
The double standard
You hit me over and over again
And you still get to come at me slandered

You tell me
The lie you'd tell the police
So I have to stop
But you have this release

Only after a couple dozen times
I finally can your bluff
But I'm still the one crying
When you're taken away in cuffs

A victim mentality
Oh the tragedy
You show back up
Somehow mad at me

I honestly
Don't know what to do
I know and see reality
But it's not the same for you...

Β©2025
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