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 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
aar505n
I fear me
Because I do
Not know me

Who is me
When others
Are not around?

I can be others
The son, the worker
The old friend, the lover
These are roles
I can control well

But when you
Strip the actor
Of his roles
what is he?

There is just me
And that scares me
I have made myself an 'other', and now I'm left on the outside looking in. Observing and trying to understand the actions and habits of this strange creature that is me.
 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
ThePoet
Just because I bear the pain,

it doesn’t mean it’s bearable.

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 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
ordained
yes strings attached.
my heart is fully yours
just because you've been between my thighs
i know, i know,
it makes me weak to fall so simply
one touch
one smirk as you shadow over me
and i give up my soul--
but i don't care!
i get hurt every time, but
the look in your eyes when you speechlessly tell me to
come over
and the gentle brush of your fingers on mine when we're not alone
i live in those moments.
the dull throb of my heart when it all
inevitably
falls apart
is so worth it, just to have the time with you
oops i did it again
No matter how many times you tell me
I'm never letting you go...
My hand is here for you to hold
You don't have to go alone
I'm never going to let you go...

I know the sky is stormy,
It seems there's no end
But look at me when I tell you
There's always away
Away to get through this....

So let the rain pour down for now,
I'm always here for you,
You never have to go alone
I promise you that...
There is not a day that goes by
That I don't wish I could take it all away...

I know that it's hard
Believe me I'm there too
But I believe in you, you'll find away.
Never give up, you're strong enough
But when it gets too much
I am here....

No matter if the rain is pouring,
You're not going to go this alone....
No matter if the world stops turning,
I'm here to catch you when you fall....
I'll stand by you....
DAD... DAd... Dad... .... ... dad.
It's cold out here.
Please just let me in,
Even if it's for a second.
Dad, please... why is the door locked?
Why won't you let me in?
I know you're there, with her.
I don't want to be out here.... Please.

DAd... Dad... .... ...dad
It's dark out here
Please don't go to far,
Stay near me!
This started off as fun but not anymore
Please don't leave us out here,
The words are no place for children...
Now she's crying, please don't leave!?!

Dad... .... ...dad
You no longer come and get us,
I didn't want to go back anyway.
But no explanation, no reason why.
You hit us, swore, let him hurt us badly,
Why? That's all I ask.
I see you've got a new family now,
You treat that little girl so well...
What make sure her so special?

... .... ...dad
I'm eleven years old and you stood there like a coward,
I spoke my mind, the truth.
Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I shouldn't have a voice!
You and your dad told me I was worthless, a failure, a *****
BETTER OFF NOT HERE!
You crushed me that day, tore away my confidence...
A man who was supposed to love, never loved me at all...
 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
Sara
I have a little present
for you today
it's green
and blue
and pink
and gray

it helps my insides
grow and sway

it helps my sadness
tiredness
and hopelessness
go away

I hope this gift
of a bright smile
and a deep eye-gaze
into your heart
will stay

...

just for today
anyway!
This is a poem I wrote thinking of a dear friend. :)
Hid
Do you hid behind the clouds
Of someone else’s dreams you have for yourself
Try to emerge like a butterfly from its cocoon
Falling at first but catching wind like a free flying balloon
Rising up to the shining lights
Your time will come soon
For then you’ll be in the spotlight
When I was 10 my mum Told me that
I was special
The Next day was the First time
she told me to shut up
When I was 14 my Friends told me that
I was funny
The Next day I Heard them laugh about me
And when I was 16
You told me I was beautiful
You told me you loved me
You told me you would do anything for me
But I did not believe you
Because I learnt that people don't mean
What they say
And I did not want to get disappointed again
You were born bone
I became tattoo
flesh tethered your scaffolding
Under my beautiful scars

Thin paint, Stinging red
Constellations of wings
Left them with fingernails
Your soft shoulderblades
snug under pale skin

A bit lip tease soft blonde hairs one by one
Down tips underneath
the divet in your neck.
I admire the canvas of your spine back to me, all red wing stinging.
Ready to fly off
Moving thigh and held
Shifting maroon blankets.
My mouth smirks
Attempts to hide how desperate
To taste it is.

Sweet bird. Sweet angel.
Awake all night
With a tattoo of an arrow
And her hand
Pressed to her forehead.

A glass of water.
Towel held like a childs blanket.
Still white.
Even used, it is still fresh linen smell.
We are still fresh linen smell.
Your hipbones agree.
My thumbs asked them.

I kiss your feathers gentle and let them burn softly as I trail down.

Your whimpers send me skyward.
Lighter headed now
Tight cheeked.

More rustled blanket
Your thigh dances over hipbones.
I feel the tethers between bone and canvas
Scar and silk.
Warm in these wings
Stars in this constellation.
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