We're you* careful with what you wished for?
No,  you weren't.
Did you call out for help when you needed it?
If you did, no one heard.
We're you there for me when I was falling down?
I didn't see you there.
Did you lay a pillow on the floor when I fell for you, so it wouldn't hurt?
No, cause you didn't care.
We're you thinking about me when you walked out the door?
If you did, you would've stayed.
Did you look back even once to see me crying all alone?
No, you were too afraid.
We're you ashamed of yourself for never telling me why?
If you were, I didn't know.
Did you ever wonder what's happened to me now?
Well, I finally got the chance to grow.

Thank you for all the things you didn't do,
Never forget The Girl Who Loved You.

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as i lay here in the dark
i held your letter
white and stark
a lover you were
flame and spark
your kiss It was
a watermark

though on the page
no writing sweet
that kiss was burned there
warm and deep
as i pressed it to my cheek
i began to sob and weep
what i sow i do not reap
i can talk, but talk is cheap.

a reminder of my pain
the watermark becomes a stain
how i wish that you'd remained
the friend who i
at first had claimed
now my heart is
torn and maimed
i listen to it's
sad refrain

now in the morning
comes and hark!
I hear the sweet sound
of the lark
the sun is rising
o'r the park

the stain of
tears now
my own mark

now with the page
in morning light
i sit down

that's right

i write


soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 5, 2014

Shoulder to shoulder, we stood
in our search for contellations and resolution
we found forever in that darkened sky
somewhere just beyond all the confusion

At the end
of the path
to the top
of the hill
through cloud
and the crowds
coming down
from it still
to the
twinkling stars
lit by
neon below
in the dusk
as a rust
coloured moon
says 'hello'
and rests
on his back
reflecting
with me
at the end
of the path
on the world
we both see.

What if i were built for ***
Yours on command
******* and a small brain
pleasure me this
we'd both be satisfied
me draped on your arm
diamonds draped on my wrist
all I'd want is your hands on body
your mouth on mine
I'd breathe for you and little more
but that's not the way it goes down
tell me again how you just roll over....
while I cry curled up in in the corner
at the end of the day
everybody gets played
my eyes are wet and my body dry
unsatisfied
sweat as much as I can
for nothing
never enough and there's nothing left for you
that you can't do for yourself
you're just one more thing undone
take your rough hands and leave me alone
I'm too used to it now to even give register the thought.
Or what if we went back twenty years
When I was still clueless and crazy about you
If I'd just thought with my thighs
Blind
You filled me up for awhile
But I wanted more.
Yeah, a family and a home.
I should've backed away faster.
We should've watched that movie
What if none of this happened.
God knows I'd be drunk by now
and you'd be ******.
At least then we wouldn't realize
How hollow life is
The things we didn't get but always wanted
Wouldn't be screaming in the back of our throats
And we wouldn't be screaming at each other.
What if you said one kind word....
What then
I'll never know.
This is all you get
a woman with big brains and sagging skin
Built for dreaming
And little more.
Forever dissatisfied
No better than your thoughts on a cold night
You lose, didn't you
What if you hadn't said yes...'
What if I'd waited for YOU to ask the question?
That might have been a better forever
than this....
12/12/09
TL Boehm

Can you catch raindrops in your dark grey suit,
Or smell the freshness of the ripened fruit,
See the glint of daylight through an open door,
Whilst your busy making your plans for war.
Midnight debates as the world fades away,
Death, destruction and urban decay,
But the sun will rise and dance with the moon,
While we watch the dish run away with the spoon.

It fascinates to ponder on
what lights a person's spark
What invokes an individual
To create a work of art
Would a sunrise inspire
poetic masterpiece
Or a mere brain ****?

Would the changing seasons
Bring writers blocks and wrongs
Or the falling leaf in the equinox
Make you wanna write songs?

To some a leaping cute spring lamb
Might give poetic joy in its wake
For others they forsee its beauty
On a top notch dining plate!

Hey you, the enchanted
nights for us
Hey you, in the kettle is your witch's kissing-brew

In magical moments
I pretend to spend
suspended moments
entwined in mystical
thoughts and lovingly
clasping you

So close to my heart
I drink of your
sparkling bubbly
witch's kissing-brew

So close to my
heart I dream
of enchanted all-night-love-rocking,
and just plain loving you...

i am a small and insignificant person i listen to the negative
"cannot do"unless I become aware of my true abilities
I become empowered and not listen to the i people
you and I can change  The you i person has the great ability
to change into the you I person also We can be great partners
being you I and me I otherwise there remains total confusion
such as:
you i and  me I
or
you I and me i
or
You i and me i
And if we do this right we get..............:) instead of...................:(
I or i
thank you I or you i ,which one do you choose?