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Love tramples my bitter heart
Shadows follow my feet
Through deep pool of frustration I wade
Legs may as well be made of concrete

To find exit in this forest of grief
Quiet the picture of you in my mind
Grows in the gaps your absence has rendered
Tiniest light so sharp leaves my eyes blind

That chases progress in circles
Some wishes aren't meant to come true
Worth it warming memories over smoldering embers
For peace that passed away with you
Written 9-7-24
Mishty Sep 8
Tell me love,
Why shouldn't I stop you?
In time's prison
Life is thriving but
These few moments of now
Are filled with freedom
Why worry for tomorrow dear
When we can grab today's moments
Don't insist on leaving me alone,sweetheart
It feels lifeless
When you try to be distant.
Love being distant
Dear daddy
Wish I could talk to you
Dear daddy
Wish I could see you
Dear daddy
I wish I knew why you left
Dear daddy
Wish I could understand
Dear daddy
I know we never seen eye to eye on things
Dear daddy
I knew you loved me
Dear daddy
I knew you where there
Dear daddy
Can you hear me
Dear daddy
I love you
Dear daddy
I seen red cardinal is that you
Dear daddy
I see white bird feathers is that you
Dear daddy
I see butterflies is that you
Dear daddy
I see flowers is that you
Dear daddy
Was that you ?
Jeremy Betts May 21
My pain chips away at life
With no precision, it isn't nice
White knuckling a standard butter knife
When it's time to go all the way, it won't think twice

©2025
George Krokos May 12
Keep away from bad company if you want to see the new day
as dark clouds will quickly gather to drive the light of hope away.
________
From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early 90's.
Ken Pepiton Feb 12
Look out,
across time, go
windborn in our mind being,

look out,
into the depths of ever being,

rethink the processes time used,
reimagine the silence at the moment.

All for us to have our own being in,
confined in common sense of the we
the one we of us since ever was a time,

before now, and later, still,
this same concurrency of events…

our crossing point in time.

Instants of peaceable knowing, growing
into states of conscious knowing use.
Hexambicality, six points from any center leaves seven total points.
Any point made remains made... a little here, a little there, precept reception.
When pain becomes too great
That pain swallows you whole
Your only scapegoat to blame
Is own forsaken soul

Your mechanism for sleep
Is poisoning your lungs
Be freed of shadows following your feet
All responsibilities and past what you want

When finally you have to fight your fears
In your struggle miss my face
Stay the hell away from here
Complain to heart you didn't break
Written 2-13-21
Go away, somewhere deep inside
Far away, like the direction of my eyes
K Nov 2023
I’m sorry, I’m sorry I am not gonna make it to our dinner plans on Saturday. I had something else to do.

I’m sorry I am not gonna make it to the party on Friday. I had something else to do.

I’m sorry I am not gonna make you breakfast on Sunday. I had something else to do.

And what I’m mostly sorry for is I am not gonna be able to kiss you tonight love or the night after that, or the night after that, I had to go and I couldn’t say goodbye.
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