Happy Anniversary My sorrow cannot bear Your new adopted tone Your hollow smiling stare
I cringe at the thought The thought that kills my sleep This thing that you have wrought How he goes in so deep
His character exalt! His back muscles so rare It never was your fault How could you help but stare?
Poseidon in his glory A tool for you to use I hope you get your thrills Not more damage and abuse
You can drive him toward your will Not like your former “love” Whose callousness you loathed Like the late “God above”
So congrats for eluding The trap you’d been in Twenty two years is a long time To keep this crazy spin
Away you go; you win.
Happy 22nd (and final) anniversary to Diane Jean I am grieving for the death of who you were. My mourning comes in waves
[WHY ARE YOU STILL STUCK, JIM? IT’S BEEN 6 WEEKS SINCE YOU FOUND OUT! YOU NEED TO MOVE ON.]
The woman I knew wouldn’t have said something so belittling of my feelings, so casually cruel. That woman has died. That facade that you presented for years and years and years… has evaporated. The thing that is left in her place is cold, unrecognizable, off-putting, sick. I am glad truth is coming to light even if it upsets my stomach… I am glad for myself - that it makes it easier to walk away. But there’s a part that still grieves. A part that imagines the old you is still underneath this gross monstrous skin… and a part that fears that you’ll awake from this haze… the dark magic will be lifted… and you’ll fall apart. And it will be too late. It already is too late. I can do nothing to soothe or comfort… I can only move on, putting your memory to rest.
And as the room begins to brighten I'm enlightened by a soft touch of bones easily dislocatable And sensitive to touch And even though those bones slip From their holes The floor holds them before me So delicate and worn I've sworn that I'll swallow my disease Digest it, spit it up before you have To see it acting up But today was different You watched my ears close and head shake With blood down my nose Sweat on my clothes From holding it back. I'm sorry you had to see it See it act up.
Our footprints stays in the no Our footprint stays in the snow Our footprints stay on the earth Our footprint is individually defined Individual is our footprint. Remember where you tread Don't be mislead Don't stand on no one's toes Our footprint stays on the earth Our footprint then in the past Our footprint x
Just we all leave this earth but even when where gone we leave our print behind our message our footprint x thankyou if you read ** and get it x
First frost Clings to tufts of winter green grass. I am running Running to feel Something else. I awoke sweating at 2.30am On this Sunday morning My mind in over driven panic Just because I have to face my future My mind groans Will I be this way for ever? Will I ever break through? I coax myself back towards the respite of sleep And then I wake, knowing I cannot lie alone with my thoughts They are not my friends. So I get up Wash up Go running. I meet people Collect my daughter Run errands All, to stop the waterfall of my fear As night time once more, draws near And another week looms. I occupy myself Once again with things to stem The tide of my subtext. First frost And a bird sings So beautifully.