This delicious dish!
So full of wonder and taste.
Layers of sauce, cheese, onions
with grounded beef and penne.

A stroll by the kitchen
is a heavenly moment.
The smell of it baking,
Oh, the anticipation swells within me!

One long sniff
can inspire great dreams,
and one bite,
can cure the misery
of a cold dreary day.

i'm going to put on the same pants you slid off of me
and melt inside a little.
getting ready for work never felt so ****.

Summer's warm currents retreat
the advancing brisk amber sunsets.

Submerging the world under
the reign of enduring starry nights.

The maples blush as Autumn whispers
the gentle lullaby of Winter's sweet breath.

Erasing Summer's memory with a crimson brush
preparing the golden landscape's long frigid rest.

~~~

my love for you
is the poison
for my life
now
i'm dying
slowly
without you
knowing.......
you won't bother
even if you knew.....

I descended slowly so long ago.
The memory of how
and why it began floated
away with the flotsom on
the warm surface currents.

On the frigid sea floor of my mind
crushed beneath the pressure
of liquid self loathing.
A kingdom of cold piercing
darkness was my domain
and there I stayed.

"Please, come back."
Her words echoed in the depth.
And it began.

A slow ascension passed the
darkened depth through murky grey.
The grasping demons that preyed
on my spirit lost their hold as I rose
beyond their reach.

Faster I climbed.
My soul expanded with every passing meter.
Pushing away all that held me down
and breached the warm wavy surface
where it all began.

Golden rays and azure blue skies
fill my sight as I float with the current.
Miles from shore with hope as my
only compass.

The journey to my redemption now begins
with you as my guide.

~~~


KCsPoetryContest  depression  recovery

Your perfection is an illusion.
My faults are real.

'Trust' is the stitching
that holds my fragile
parts together.

Whispers of what we share,
like confetti in a breeze,
cannot be recovered
once carelessly set free.

Don't release me to the wind,
I beg you.

~~~

So much of life
Is wasted
Nine to Five

Exhaustion cripples
Down time, anxiety
Controls the next

Worry about bills
The looming certainty
And lingering doubt

Up at early
The pattern
Hardly broken

A vacation spent
Away; life's return
Still follows how

The training of
Nine to five
Work and life

But coffee copes
When the restless
Rise

As the earth sprouted deaths seeds
The moon crumbled  into shadowy dust
Greed's skeletal  hand did blind
The seeing eyes of mankind
Into the universe was evil's blade ******

Unseeing
Uncaring
The sun grew cold
The seas rose from their depths and beds
Mountains shook with vengeful power
The long anticipated hour
Till the sound of humans were no more.

From dust of those before us we came
To this same dust we will return
Our existence fading into lore
Written in the infinite skies
Our doom and destinies prophecies    
Alas this was the sad stars tale
Of those who did not see



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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Aug. 25th, 2014.