Love can be very expensive, so save your money up. A bitter sweet combination like lemon and honey stuff Never ever forget about the prize Focus from the moment you begin Always think about it first And then think again The river of life Will always flow through you Into an ocean of memories In which we all flow too Tomorrow means everything But change is here to stay So cherish every single second Right now today Every heart needs a hero, choices, challenges and chocolates We’re all after the same thing Wether it’s with a fork or with chopsticks To believe in yourself You don’t have to go far You’re the key to your own lock Success is everywhere you are
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And yet forcing myself to think hard How I could separate from isolation Because I have used all the cards In all the turns and rotations
I begin with death, no broken hearts or maybe the good moments It goes on without any concentration Maybe a task would come up, Maybe hours of sorrow something will just add up The spaces of hollow
But it doesn't? Why is it all blank? Why is the stare at nothing? A thought of nothing should bother at all But it still is... It still creates a path to dream within a dream within a dream And this continues to fall I'd like to walk back to time when there is a door named recall But there isn't
What if I am notified that I've got a mail waiting to be opened
What if I am told that my favourite show is waiting to be watched Well, I mean If I am expected to mark a list to do that I could do right now I would definitely find an excuse somehow Just to ignore them and one by one I would have more excuses to create More places to locate More time to waste
Only then would I get past this awful taste Taste of nothing and running, wrecking anything available to think
In the last year so many changes have taken the place has been hard to focus on one particular thing but bit by bit slowly changing for the better I do now feel I want to try again start to what don't yet know, suppose I'll have to wait and see to another day I guess
I can’t sleep I can’t eat I can’t function As thoughts of you cloud my head like a car windshield driving through a whiteout blizzard They are thoughts of you The words you’ve said The sound of your voice The way you look They are all right there But at the same time Too far away to focus I’m left staring at the ceiling for hours Wondering if you’re doing the same
The last time I was sick throwing up pints of ick not once did I think of love or anything above that porcelain refuge the object of my deluge.
Being sick focuses the brain on the body’s strain chains freedom to pity makes one feel so bitty all you can see is the floor to the *** hoping you’ll be in time to squat.
Next morning when I hope it’s passed questions arise in me to ask what if this pause in my health is no pause but a demise of the wealth I’ve so long taken for granted and I’ll be forever stuck and disenchanted.
Scarcity focuses the brain like drought makes you ache for rain or poverty narrows your sight to the very next meal or bite what you don’t have in hand makes you do anything you can
makes you shout and sing for that longed-for thing you look hither and yon for what seems so far gone. Then you must work on relearning to let go of sick yearning.
Written after a night and morning of the upchucks. Writing this also brought reflections on some other things I've been thinking about lately. Funny how poetry brings together seemingly disparate things.
He's staring intently at the task in hand incomplete masterpiece outlined (a deep black) bitten lip; - out of focus I adoring His own magnum opus hands; ache to trace sharp jawline; a defined collarbone- ridges and valleys …..Gravitating back he holds it up for approval dimpled smile; breaking dawn
"Perfect" (hear myself whisper) closer now, frozen tide a whiff of the ocean tsunamis in my heart ; waves crashing