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Sep 2013 Sir B

Chuck

Golden Retriever puppy kisses
Doughnuts with hot chocolate
Making love in a field of flowers
A found twenty in an old pair of jeans
A hug from a beautiful stranger for no reason at all
Life is euphoria occasionally, celebrate the treasures

My last poem was a rear bad mood for me. I wanted a poem that is more accurate to my life right now.

Sep 2013 Sir B

A Friendship Lost Too Soon

Sep 2013 Sir B

Carl Joseph Roberts

A Friendship Lost Too Soon

A Friendship Lost Too Soon

I give loving comfort to my son
For he lost a friend too soon
Knowing that for this pain
There is nothing I can do

I see the tears that are in his eyes
And want to hold him in my arms
Take from him this hurt he feels
And help heal his broken heart

I tell him what he feels inside
Over time will slowly fade
That the sorrow thats within his heart
Will be less but still remain

I let him talk about the past
And of the memories that were shared
In a hope that it will ease the pain
For a friend that he held dear

I tell him to hold cherished
The special moments from the past
And to tell the story of his friend
To all others when they ask

Although they were not family
The bond they shared was true
And that hurt he feels inside his soul
Is for a friendship lost too soon

In support and
In Loving Memory
for
Jonathan Gardner

A freak accident took the life of a young man, Jonathan Gardner. While walking to the sink, a bullet was shot through the neighbors wall who was cleaning his gun. The bullet struck this young man and took his life. A good friend to my son and a life taken too soon. Although as a parent I wish to ease the pain of my son, I know the pain felf by this young mans family is so much more. I asked that if you believe, you place his family in your prayers. May he walk in peace with the prince of peace, Christ Jesus.

Sep 2013 Sir B

Invitational Suicide

Sep 2013 Sir B

A heart lost poet

Invitational Suicide

This is my invitational suicide,
My final coup de grace,
I can't handle this anymore,
I stand so close to the edge leaning over thinking about it,
My mind screams yes,
But my heart says no,
To wait...
The thought runs through my mind,
again,
It never fails to stop me at the last moment,
Just when I want to give up,
When self-Immolation and penance seem to be the only answer...
She runs through my mind,
Her deep brown eyes and soft brown hair catch me everytime,
No matter how fast I fall after I jump she catches me,
She tortures me,
She is the reason I live when I wish to die,
She is the reason I know my life is worth living.

Sep 2013 Sir B

Pouring My Heart Out

Sep 2013 Sir B

LJ Chaplin

Pouring My Heart Out

Everything is falling apart,
Everyone is falling apart,
And I am trying so hard to hold it all together,
To keep my fingers from slipping,
Letting it all topple over the edge,
Into the unknown.
Everybody I love is leaving me,
Physically or emotionally,
One by precious one,
And soon it will be me,
Myself,
and I.

The thought of another person walking out of my life,
Another dying leaf falling from the tree,
Makes my chest so tight,
I can barely breathe,
As if they have all kicked me down
And are pressing their feet against my chest
Until finally I break.
The doomsday clock is ready to strike twelve
In my life,
Soon I have to start another journey
To get myself on track
But I'm not ready
And I never will be.
I am terrified,
The last ounce of control I've
Managed to cling on to for so long,
Pretending to be happy while I'm dying inside
Was the last defence I had to survive,
But now I am vulnerable,
Past the point of no return,
History.
Finished.
*Dead.

Sep 2013 Sir B

This Is Not How My Life Is Supposed To Be

Sep 2013 Sir B

LJ Chaplin

This Is Not How My Life Is Supposed To Be

Stars in my eyes,
But scars on my thighs,
Dreams of travelling,
But despair is unravelling,
Want to have a taste of cultural symbolism,
Too focused on a fast metabolism,
Tell everyone I'm doing OK,
Would rather fade away,
Apparently I've made people proud,
But I don't really see how,
Don't tell me I will succeed,
When pressure is the last thing I need.

Sep 2013 Sir B

I Am Not Okay

Sep 2013 Sir B

LJ Chaplin

I Am Not Okay

I am not okay with the idea of seeing a doctor,
To be told how broken I am,
I am not okay with the thought of seeing a therapist,
Purging my mind to someone who is paid to give a ****,
I am not okay with the thought of swallowing pills,
Forcing myself to swallow each ounce of false happiness
To please everyone else,
I am not okay with people hiding my blades from me
As if I'll never realise that they're missing
Or that I'll suddenly forget the desire to cut away the pain,
I am not okay with people telling me this for my own good,
Because who could ever know what's good for me?
I am not okay with my family telling me they are proud one minute
Then telling me to give up the next,
I am not okay with having to smile through each day
While trying to battle back the oncoming stream of tears,
Teachers asking me if I'm managing at college
Because I "look a little under the weather",
I am not okay with having to eat food
To look normal
When all I want to do is throw it away,
But people pay attention too much.

I am not okay with another breath escaping my lungs,
Falling asleep knowing that my eyes will open the next day,
I am not okay with living,
But nobody will let me go,
And I want them to.

Sep 2013 Sir B

Jail, five days a week.

Sep 2013 Sir B

Zephyr

Jail, five days a week.

Stuck in another jail house.
At least they let us walk from cell to cell on our own
before we have to sit (not even stand to stretch) for an hour
in a small, cold, stone room.
As they talk in monotone,
punishing us if we dare think about sleeping.

yeah, that's pretty much what school is.