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Francie Lynch Apr 29
When she first met him,
He was so slim;
A gentleman,
To begin.
When she first met him.

When he first met her,
She was so demure;
She'd defer,
Often concur.
When he first met her.

She'd smile on him.
He'd open doors.
She cooked and worked.
He worked and cooked.

Good morning, my Dear.
Good night, my Love.
I got groceries.
Did you get milk?
I called your Mother.
Is your Father okay?
Teacher interviews at five.
I'll drive.
Did you get to the bank?
I made an appointment.
What's the address?
Your sister's on her way

This was their dialogue
On that day.

She's kind.
He's a find.
He's hers.
She's his.

Ever the twain shall meet.
If given the chance to have 5 minutes with you, I want to share this with you:

Your music keeps me going. You may have heard that sentence a thousand times. So, if you would allow me to paint you a picture.

I work in a job I don't like. The job itself is not bad. It's actually very meaningful. I thought meaningful was enough for me. Apparently, it is not; I want it to be both meaningful and something I truly enjoy.

Enjoy in a sense that even though it's difficult, it is something I'll wake up for. It's something that would make me forget time. And for me, that is singing, acting, performing, and teaching. But it is not my reality right now.

So, every Monday, I drag myself to work. As each day passes, the guilt of being late subsides to none. Sadly, the thought of having a responsibility to other people has become less compelling for me to work. I've spiraled into deeper, and darker realms where I've lost control over my mind and body.

And to force myself, a desperate attempt to get up, I play your songs. Next thing I know, I sing your tune, dance to your beat, then the impossible starts to happen. I begin to cook food for myself to eat, I open my laptop, and get started on my emails -- I finally have enough to start my day, to get it going.

These maybe simple, mundane things -- but they mean my livelihood, my future, my life. You help me live my life.

Thank you for your music. I hope you stay truthful to your tune, to your beat, to your message.
Thank you artists for the music you create.
ShininGale Oct 2020
๐ท๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐ฟ๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’, ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘“๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’?
๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘›?
๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’? ๐‘‡๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ?

๐ผ ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ฆ, ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’.
๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”...

๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ, ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘’๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก?
๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’?
๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’?
๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก, ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก.
Good morning๐Ÿ™‚ no worries I am not in trouble with anything, I just thought that I should try fitting myself in others' shoes and try making their feelings known. I have encountered a lot of people that lost their passion and dreams, scared to live a life on their own...but I say let us not be afraid and live, for we don't live once we live everday but we die once so, make the most of it. This poetry is just another eye-opener for the ones who feel like dying while living everyday, a message to you from me...that no matter how tough life gets we all need to fight because no one want to lose, right?  We all need to live because that's his gift, he chose us to live the life. We need to fight because that's LIFE.
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
เคฎเคฒเคพเคˆ เคธเฅ‹เคงเคฟเคฏเฅ‹
"เคคเฅเคฏเฅ‹ เคฎเฅเคฐเฅเค– เค›, เค•เคธเคฐเฅ€ เคตเฅเคฏเคตเคนเคพเคฐย เค—เคฐเฅเคจเฅ‡ ?"

เคฎเฅˆเคฒเฅ‡ เคชเฅเคฐเคคเฅ€เคชเฅเคฐเคถเฅเคจ เค—เคฐเฅ‡, "เค•เฅ‡ เคคเคฟเคฎเฅ€ เคชเค•เฅเค•เคพ เค›เคพเฅˆ เค•เคฟ เคŠ เคฎเฅเคฐเฅเค– เค›?
[ เคนเฅ‹ เคœเคตเคพเคซ เค†เค‰เคจเฅ‡ เคชเฅเคฐเคตเคฒ เคธเคฎเฅเคญเคพเคตเคจเคพ เคฅเคฟเคฏเฅ‹, เคฎ เคธเฅเคจเฅเคจ เคคเคฏเคพเคฐ เคฅเคฟเค ]

"เคนเฅ‹, เคธเคฌเฅˆเคฒเคพเคˆ เคฏเฅ‹ เคฅเคพเคนเคพ เค›เฅค" เคธเฅ‹เคนเฅ€ เคœเคตเคพเคซ เค†เคฏเฅ‹

เคธเค•เฅเค›เคพเฅˆ เคญเคจเฅ‡ เคฆเฅ‚เคฐเฅ€ เคฌเคขเคพเค‰
เคŸเคพเคขเคพ เคฌเคธ
เคคเฅเคฏเคคเฅ€ เคธเค•เฅเคฆเฅˆเคจเฅˆ เคญเคจเฅ‡..........

"เคญเคจเฅ‡ เค•เฅ‡" เคธเฅ‹เคงเฅ€เคนเคพเคฒเฅเคฏเฅ‹

"เค‰ เคญเคจเฅเคฆเคพ เคฎเฅเคฐเฅเค– เคฌเคจ"
"เค เฅ‚เคฒเฅ‹ เคฎเฅเคฐเฅเค– เคฆเฅ‡เค–เคฟ, เคฎเฅเคฐเฅเค–เคชเคจเคฟ เคกเคฐเคพเค‰เค›"

เคซเฅ‹เคจ เคฐเคพเค–เฅ‡เค•เฅ‹ เคธเค‚เค•เฅ‡เคค เค†เคฏเฅ‹.......
เคถเฅˆเคฒเฅ€ : เคชเฅเคฐเคฏเฅ‹เค—เคพเคคเฅเคฎเค•
เคตเคฟเคทเคฏ : เคฆเฅˆเคจเคฟเค• เคœเฅ€เคตเคจ
เคงเฅเคฏเคพเคจเคพเค•เคฐเฅเคทเคฃ: เค•เฅƒเคชเคฏเคพ เคธเค‚เคตเคพเคฆ เคธเฅเคจเฅ€เคธเค•เฅ‡เคชเค›เคฟ เคธเคฌเฅˆ เคถเฅเคฐเฅ‹เคคเคพเคฒเฅ‡ เคชเฅเคทเฅเคชเคพเคžเฅเคœเคฒเฅ€ เคฒเคฟเคจเฅ เคฐ เคฎเคจเฅเคจเคจ เค—เคฐเฅเคจเฅ เฅค
Arke Aug 2019
You were three blocks away
Going to the same destination
But you wouldn't stop
In the cold and rain
Never asked if I needed help
Didn't offer a ride which would've
Saved me 40 minutes of time
And an awkward conversation
With a man who invited me back to his
I considered his offer
Partly out of spite
Partly out of hope
That he would slash my throat
And I wouldn't have to return home
I rubbed my cheeks, suddenly grateful
No one can tell when you've cried in the rain
I guess we've always been three blocks
Apart from one another, you and I
Too depressed to get out of bed. Guess I'll write poetry.
Conrad Apr 2018
Awake in your bed, you scratch at your head.
You stir from the sheet, and now on your feet.
You walk to the dresser, you want to just test her.
Open the drawer, craving for more.
Pick up one shot, scared are you not?
Just one little pop, your body will drop.
It rests at your temple, a sigh as you tremble.
Click goes the gun, now having fun?
The feeling now faded, life was not traded.
The gun put away, you live another day.
Was all just a dream? What could this mean?
โ€˜How are you?โ€™
A question people hear more from me,
then I hear from them.
Doubting whether itโ€™s pure interest,
or a habit grown in our systems.
Not knowing which lie to tell,
or revealing the truth.
But not sure if they can handle reality.
The need to stop lying is huge,
but anxiety for their reactions makes me continue.|
Because the seize of this mess is so big,
the possibility of unexpected answers there.
Fear for loneliness gets me again so,
โ€˜I am okayโ€™ is the answer again.
b e mccomb Apr 2018
the day starts with shirley
who comes in just after eight
for her 20oz chai
"what kind of milk?"
"doesn't matter"
punches her own coffee card
tells me about her puppy
kayla is next her hair and
makeup always perfect
about as nice a landlady as
one can have in a town like this

from there it's a constant
stream of people
who i watch out for and
who don't know i'm doing it

janice lives alone and thinks
people are stealing her money
doesn't understand
the tests her doctors want
she can't remember
what she always orders
it's a turkey club sandwich no bacon
on toasted oatmeal regular chips no pickle
a to go box for the leftovers
and some kind of chocolate treat in a bag
because she only eats when
she comes in here

two weeks ago
i accidentally switched
barb's 12oz soy chai
with someone else's
12oz whole milk chai
it wasn't enough dairy
to give her a problem
in fact she didn't seem
to remember it
but i made her another for free

nic stopped for his afternoon coffee
didn't laugh at anything just stared
blankly into space and said he
thought he was getting sick
had too many things to finish
the day before when i was waving
to him from the parking lot
so i took my dog to the
back door of his office and
we barked until he came out
patted us both on the head
and said he felt better

we're all creatures of habit
like mckenna who arrives
like clockwork
between one thirty and two
tuesday through saturday
leans on my bake case while
i count my tips and add random
ingredients to different drinks
in a reckless attempt
to break up the monotony
and he drinks them all
like clockwork
no matter how bad they are

rita doesn't smile since she broke her hip
in fact i haven't seen her since
walt got sick and he and joan
moved upstate to be closer to their son
i worry about something happening to ray
who will take care of rita?
whose laugh used to echo off the walls
and fill the place up
pat's smoking again and it turns out
he has congenital heart failure
gail had a fall, a stroke and
suddenly died

i make the same dumb jokes
only a few people smile at
i sing to myself
and people point it out

karen sits in her motorized wheelchair
ice and snow dripping from the wheels
onto the scratched, muddy floor
and tells me i'm pretty and funny
and have a beautiful voice and
i look at karen, her head tilted to
the side and spit hanging from her
buck teeth and wonder why such a
wonderful funny girl with a heart of gold
had to have the body she's stuck in

why life is ****
and why i'm trying
i swear i'm trying
for something
i don't know what

why we fight
why we try
to make the world
a better place
when nothing can really change
any of these dismal facts
copyright 4/6/18 b. e. mccomb
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