I thought I had found love , that's was until I saw your beautiful brown eyes.
I thought I had found love , until I felt your touch.
I thought I had found love, then you kissed me.

There were sharp, dark nights
When I was sent to the store;
The alleys and empty lots
Were void of comfort light.

There were night sweats
When figures approached;
I would pause on the sidewalk
To hear the retreating steps.

I'd turn to watch a dark outline
Cross under a canopy of branches;
His procession out of the light
And into the long sharp night.

Abandoned houses had draped windows
In the dark of morning deliveries;
Black, steel steps lead to balconies,
Beneath them darker yet.

My window displayed the silhouettes
Of cold thin twig fingers;
And the darkened stairs had a balanced creak,
Or a shoulder bumped into the landing.

I pulled the blanket over my head,
Darker still, I let the night roll on.
That was night.
Tomorrow has dawn.
What's night is night.
What's dark lives on.

People don't change
Their masks do

I want to be well
Please, I pray to heal me
Let me be me again.

I miss myself
I miss being healthy
I feel I'm dettererating
From inside out.

I was once a strong individual
Who was never scared to get back up
From crashing so hard to the ground
Now
Barley able to lift a single limb
Yet alone my body back up
Is detramental

To accept this new life
As good, as strength
Is not acceptable in my mind
My body deserves more

My soul deserves to be pain free
My life deserves to break these chains
Weighting me down with disease.

The constant battles
Of if I can or cannot
If so how long
What do I need to prepare for
Is warring thin.

I once wore scars proud
To show others how strong I was
Now my scars are all on the inside
Affecting my thoughts actions words and breath.

A little more each day
As each day new scars form
Never to show
Only for me to know.

I want to be well
Please alowe me to be me
Again
To be judged no more
Of the shape
I am in.

Hey sweet country boy,
What you doin' today?
What I gotta do?
& what I gotta say?

You're maybe a dream but baby,
here's the thing
I can't get you outta my mind
& I didn't know that I'd find
every country song on the radio
is playing me
along,

Do I gotta look real pretty,
get down to the nitty-gritty,
tell you that I'm young,
& my heart it come undone
I'll say I miss my sun,

Whatever you want me to say
hey boy anyway
I'm here waiting..

Cherie Nolan © 2016

He said what?
4 real?
Wow, huh!?!
Drug tests before the next debate?
Oh I cannot wait

Yeah like issues ain't our thang?

Sounds like desperation
to me anyway,
Ugh!

Cherie Nolan © 2016

There,s  a  chill  in  the  air.
I  just  felt  it  out  there.
Autumn  introducing  Itself.
The  sun  came  out
for  a  fleeting  moment.
Then  it  turned
suddenly  chilly  again.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

If I die today,
I want a paper free eulogy,
I want to be buried home,
Lay me down easy,
Ready to meet my God.

If I die today,
I want it to be silent,
White roses and metal stand by my casket,
Slow music,
Fine wine,
Drink it down in the memory of me..

If I die today,
I don't want pretence,
I don't want want people to say what I was,
Coz its already too late.

If I die today,
I want the one I shared with my bed,
Because she is probably the last thing to roam in my head.