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KiraLili Sep 2016
She reads in a rocking chair
Massaging corporate feet she's had in heels all day
Rumi poems and the latest Coehlo
Savouring one glass of white
Silence she craves
It's fall and she can see the leaves curl on her cherry tree
It's also football season
He's in the other room
Preps playing the East
It's game night every night
Beers flame his cheers and wings stain the couch
This is where he will sleep

The nights she's in the den
And he the man cave

She dreams of Florence
He books ***** cruises to stadiums

Yoga retreats four times a year she gets
Four golf guy weekends for him

He hoots at cheerleaders louder each year
She craves interesting conversation

At parties the ladies are off to the side
As men throw on a game

Even though they work together
Miles apart in the same place every day

And each year another mile is added

You can be completely alone right next to someone

One can feel her longing for all by just looking in her eyes

Married but completely separated by rooms
Middle aged observations of some contemporaries
CK Baker Jan 2017
Thank you ~
for a life not to trade
blessings, in spades
tight spaces
behind laundry doors
packed closets
and open drawers
gator tails, tarnished brass
cracks in kitchen sliding glass
wet towels, withering plants
foundation filled
with carpenter ants
buckets piled with
shoes and tags
village clothes
and saddlebags
peeling paint
and broken walls
****** seats
in bathroom stalls
clogged pantry
frigid rooms
table scribe
and carbon fumes
comfort capsules
empty tanks
broken limbs
from children’s pranks
**** finger
double tongue
long goodbyes
and sidewalk dung
cluster flies
chavie’ clique
accompanying
the hypocrite
cracked back
and hidden smiles
chalk on board
with mr miles
atomic wedgies
closing doors
wrotten eggs
and open sores
jaw jack
nasty folk
dinner calls
for pig in poke
penny pinchers
double dip
yellow mouth
and silver tip
brown nosers
thick red tape
paper cuts
and pimple nape
gallivants
so out of norm
the joy of life
in basic form
CP Sep 2017
I don't want to walk in to a room full of strangers
have you even thought of the dangers?
Well I have at 3 am each night
they sure do bring me great delight

I don't want to walk in
oh my god give me some gin
They won't like me
I'm just a wannabe
Imposter syndrome
I just wanna go home

I don't want to walk in
They're looking at the white's of my eyes
I don't mean to dramatise
but I might die

I don't want to talk in
and I can feel my chest
I'm so ******* stressed

I'm walking in
Is this auto-pilot because this is your captain speaking and get ready for a crash and ****** burn
I've reached the point of no return

Walk in you big ******* baby
whats the worst that could happen?
I talk too fast with too much passion?
so what if they don't like me I already sound like banshee
At least try to be care-free
I can't make any guarantees
but step by step in to the room
it won't be all doom and gloom

Just walk in and see you might even make a friend in the end
who didn't want to walk in to too
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