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 Dec 2015 Sophie
Keith W Fletcher
It wasn't like I was really innocent
The trouble I bought
Or the time I spent
I don't know what I got
For the price I paid
I kept moving on
When I probably should have stayed
I know that now
But its a bit too late
That's the trouble you get sometimes
When you hesitate
But I can't go back
And do it all over again
I've seen way too much
In all the places I've been
To ever be-the person that
I once was

No second chances to get it right
No reason to believe that even if
I had held on tight
That it wouldn't have
All worked out
Just the same
Things happen in life
There no reason to try
And find
Someone to blame

I wonder sometimes
Where it all went wrong
Did I come off too weak
Or come on to strong
Did I make it too hard
To find a compromise
Where we could open up enough
To look into each others eyes
And see the pain that existed
That we always resisted
To bring to light
I don't know why
But it seems like I
Always knew the truth
But wouldn't turn it loose
To let it fly

I caged it up and closed the door
I said my piece and nothing more
Then let silence hang ......
......like so many times before

As we both just sat there
   Miles and miles apart
And watched compromise
Walk out the door

I believe each time we really tried
Still things worked out just the same
So like I said...things happen in life
There no reason to try and find
Someone to blame.  Someone.... .
......to..........blame.
Sit and watch the breeze pass
poison for recreation
Blame the feds after long awaited debilitation
Sit and watch the breeze pass
poison for education
Blame the feds after long endured deprivation
Sit and watch the breeze pass
weaker state of mind
Understanding nothing ever at this point and time
Sit and watch the breeze pass
surprised your still alive
Eating what the fed has to offer to the blind
Sit and watch the breeze pass
Laughing at your kin
Knowing nothing new..
a bush under your chin..
 Dec 2015 Sophie
Sin
A Poets Perils
 Dec 2015 Sophie
Sin
good, so good
that's what they say about it-
but when I peer down at the scrawl
led-dragged, so heavily
I know it can never be enough.

bokeh lights and smoke streams
an insignificant metaphor-
just as Love is an understatement.
bullet wounds don't match
how hard You hurt.

discontent gets old
and eight months of displeasure
of dead static psychosis
have rendered me useless;
defined me as dead
to whatever connection I held
with beauty, glory,
understanding.

so good, they say
as the pictures piece together
in the minds hungry eye,
starving to relate,
unknown to the fact
it can never catch the passion;
the poetry is powerless.
i have too many scars on my back.
...from all the knives people have stuck in it.
 Sep 2015 Sophie
V
Release
 Sep 2015 Sophie
V
Spill* your emotions,

Or

Be prepared to drown in them.


Late night thoughts. Nothing more, nothing less.
 Aug 2015 Sophie
Maria Imran
He was writing me.

And then he decided
that he doesn't want to write me anymore.

So there I was left, hanging;
a rope tightened around my neck: forever choking,
and my feet dangling from the ceiling.

I didn't know what to do because I had no ending.
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