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after you,
i can't hear the chants,
of nightingales that once sat,
on the branches of the tree,
outside my window,
i don't see any flower,
bloom in red,
i can't feel rain,
falling on me,
i can't smell the petrichor it left,
in other word,
after you,
o have lost my senses,
i have lost myself....
Before

My feet are big
And growing ever bigger.
Large, wide,
And filling every shoe.
They stick out from me
Making flats look ridiculous.
They are like life rafts,
Falling to the side like pillows
When encountering resistance.

After

My feet are long
And growing ever stronger.
Supportive, storied,
And deserving special care.
When pointed, they are elegant,
Skeletal and muscular, even when in heels.
They are like canoes,
Chiseled and carved with love,
Gliding forward with intention.
with a lead bullet dancing in my head
i’ll send the petals flying
onto the tombstone where which i lay
with shriveled lilacs dying.

dormant my figure shall wait
under the snows of winter’s rage
beneath the dirt i lay.

i will turn from flesh and bone into
daffodils and daisies.
the amelioration of my corpse will be left forgotten.

down here within my coffin
i will be left
rotten.
my flowers shall bloom
and my body will be no more than petals plucked by a lovesick fool
You never be the same before.
You never be the same and after.
Your mind was changed by situation.
Your life was changed by worldview.
You changed own intellect by warping.

You never be the same before.
And never be the same and after.
Each day you transform into a different person.
In new one person, which was hidden before.
From eyes of curious and interesting.

You’re realizing day by day.
You make progress.
You meet new people.
Your life changed every second.
You changed by blinking of an eye.

You never be the same before.
You never be the same and after.
Khadro Jama Jan 18
I felt empty
where ever I went
there were not footsteps left behind
I felt as if I didn't even exist
and I didn't then...
I was walking around soulless drowning in my sorrows,
drowning in despair.
life was as it was!
A ghost had a better chance of living.
I was alive but dead inside.
The drugs made me feel.
Sometimes I'd numb that out too
I wished for a hangover since I could never get one.
I would go clubbing and lose myself in the music
I love dancing, but swinging left and right Id just stop find a corner and just pretend that I cared drowned me in some patron.
I'd go to weddings with friends and during that cute moment ( slow dancing).
I'd be smiling whiling crying on the inside
( truly was a beautiful moment).
Im just too heartbroken.
Johnny walker Dec 2018
It's an ever-changing
world to where I now reside being single again after so many years shared with Helen 20 years to be precise
a long time to be trying to find a new beginning the burning question to what and where does one
start
Is It possible to start over I just don't know but my wife would have wanted to find happiness again she said so often when
alive
Questions so many I have Is It possible to start over after losing one so close for so long
Ken Pepiton Dec 2018
Sorts of things I say we say sometimes only I say them

because, I'm glad to know no mystery remains

to the man who can read with the joy of a boy,

eyes un-cataracted as needed, from time to time,

my sort, we see clearly from long before.

In the good old days, we'd all been dead a while.

Now, we watch our children's children sprout

from good seed I hid in wild oats,
which grow naturally, amidst
the rosemary and sage

as reminders to me.

A little leaven leavens the whole lump,
a single virus killed movie Martians,

cannot a key-**-tic prince of the power of the air,
a manifested, creation-groaned-for-son-of God,
A radioman minded to tell the whole
hole
story

sprouted from a little leaven,
like the kingdom
of heaven.

------
Sorcery, we were defining the word, not the act, if in fact, there is such an act.

Rumors say it's jokers. Clowns got big cred on YouTube and the Res Casinos.
Rogan and Roseann,
they cover for Cosby. He was sick,

woulda died, in the old days. But the young ones, some remember
God tellin' Noah, and by
ex-trapped-a-nation-ism,

Noah's and Naamah's kids, they remember God
using Bill Cosby,
by God.
to say
Something like,
"You know, it don't work that way."
God used Cosby to say that to Moses, so we all could know.

Don't forget the old days.

Cosby was cool for a while,
Hullaballoo, Birmingham Jail, I Spy,
Hef's House, and all
that a frat boy
would ever
wannabe,
1963.

Things change. Good always wins. It is not fair.
Birmingham Jail?
----
An old man disagreed.
I had said there is no good reason for war

and evil reasoning is corrupted.

War has it's reason, he said.

that is not a good reason. I said that.

I said that, war has evil reasoning,
bizarro sympathy reasoning,

proud reasoning.

Only, I said, one-ly. One and no more.
One reason for war.
Pride
in any fashion.

----
and that’s what he said when I asked why Moses was going to inherit the earth if he was dead.
Imps, impulsive lines, to tempt a being, a thought not thought before some eye say right through the eye of the wizard who married witch and raised wise children, who all backslid, laughing as they learned.
Brynn S Dec 2018
Life after?
At the end of the line there’s peace
A small fragment in the unknown
to venture it is to walk a line
Telephone wires crosses
Small synopsis of chemistry
bodies we are
Bodies we will be
A short story of mine
One of fleeting time
Strung out on God’s
We are left to feel the mean time
Cruel it may seem
To those lived, now a dream
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