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The Gray Wolf Aug 2020
One last time
A final kiss
An eternal love
A night of bliss
I have one night
Before I die
A perfect way
To say goodbye
A tribute to those who have loved and lost a loved one to the afterlife.
Kashish Lahrani Aug 2020
I never believed in happy endings
Because they never really seemed to exist
Not until I met you
Not until you made me believe, and I couldn’t resist
 
Resist you and me. We were so impossible
Never did I know, I’d love you with all my heart
And you’d love me too, for who I am
But now that we do, I can delightedly say that you are my life and not just a part.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Aug 2020
Some live in houses that their love turn into homes while others live in mansions empty but for silver and servants. Some hear voices angelic, transcendent, while others listen to lies of presidents and pretenders. Some feel love so deeply for those of us who suffer silently while others feel hate for all because they hate themselves. Some touch tenderly those they love while others hit with words and fists. Some will give a helping hand while others simply step over homeless bodies on sidewalks in December's cold. What all should know is that we are one, and as Donne once wrote many years ago, when one dies, we are all the less.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Daniserena Jul 2020
A fancy tuxedo and a black leather glove for each hand, could this be Patrick Bateman? or punk in a band?
no, it's Digital Man.
Yes a real man, with a screen head of course, would you look at him this strangely if he was a horse?.
He just goes about his day, and people judge and take pictures of him in each and every way.
He just wants to be treated like everyone else, and not put on display like some little mouse.
Why is society so blind and judgemental and cannot see, that I'm just like him and he's just like me?
Celestial Jul 2020
I am disgusted.
The anger twords myself.
I can not think of anything more than you.

My wish is to endlessly touch you.
Pleasing at first,
grabbing me off the shelf.
Fingertips across what was busted.

We both trusted.
Our hearts would always be their self.
I am wanting you.

I have you.
Dealing with world itself.
So I keep the ideas untested.

We have not rested.
Keep the demons to themselves!
Willing to **** them all with you.
This is an exaggeration of frustrations in the morning from the night.
zz Jul 2020
Us
I want to wake up
Fifty years
From now
when time will
be right

But for tonight
let me close my eyes
and put my head
On your chest
To rest for a second

For little moment
That only could
be us
Author’s note: A few months ago, an email appeared in my inbox. The sender submitted an unexpected, yet important question. He asked, “What is the easiest way to **** myself?” My answer was unorthodox, but it came from my own experience and pain. I have stared Death in the eye before, and I knew exactly how to answer this sensitive question. This poem was my response.


Each time that my mind was finally ready to end it all,
I stood on the end of a bridge, ready to jump.
It always seemed like it would be quick and cheap.
The pain would end in seconds.
It is bold and dramatic, and makes a statement to the ones that have harmed you.
Avoid jumping into oncoming traffic, and no one else’s life is at risk.
In truth, there are worse ways to die.
I’m not gonna tell you to “better” your life. That’s dumb.
You don’t want to hear that s*.
People DO NOT understand what it feels like to want to die.
They do not understand the pain of despair, in its purest form.
They think they do. But no.
Craving death, is a dinner for one.
You don’t need someone to tell you that you are loved.
You don’t need reminded that you have your whole life ahead of you.
Sometimes it feels like I’m being smothered by people.
Smothered in fake love and care.
And I can’t deal with it…I CAN’T BREATHE!!!
People only pretend to care now because they know we’re not scared anymore.
They know we have stared Death directly in the eye,
as he beckoned for us,
and we didn’t run. We smiled.
We stared back at Death and said,
“Ok.”
You don’t need to be smothered with love.
You don’t need reminded of life.
You need space.
You need to be left alone, to think. To breathe.
Be at one, with your thoughts.
That’s where my mind was, when I stood on the edge of that bridge.
Breathing. At one, with myself.
In that moment of beauty and peace……I jumped.

Time froze.


At once, I remembered what being alone felt like. Truly alone.
It was just me. Floating in air. No one else.
But amazingly, that felt ok. I was ok.
Even though I was alone, I was not lonely.
This crisis my mind was enduring, was only temporary. Fleeting, like life itself.
This just one tiny moment, in the grand scheme of things.
I was wrong. I was SO wrong.
I realized, in that moment, as the water grew closer…
That everything in my life that I’d thought was unfixable, was totally fixable —
except for having just jumped.
Yet, here I am. Alive.
A survivor.
Some broken bones, and a couple of fishermen serving as my guardian angels—
and I was just fine.
And I was so happy. It was not my time to go.
When I stared at Death and told him, “ok”,
Death stared back at me, shook his head, and said:
“Not today. You are not finished yet.”
If it’s your time to go, then I’m not going to tell you to stay.
But while your standing on the edge of the bridge —
And you look at your life, and put that moment into perspective.
Remind yourself:
This is the only moment you won’t be able to take back.
Look down, off the edge of that bridge,
of your darkness…
and turn around.
Smile real big,
and walk away.
“Not today. You are not finished yet.”

~*~

Final note: A week after I responded with this poem, I received a message that simply read:
“Not today. I am not finished yet. Thank you.”
This is the most important thing I’ve ever written, and 100% a true story. I hope this helps someone out there who is struggling to make sense of their place in this life.
Glenn Currier Jul 2020
There we sit in our partial darkness
her in her soft and easy chair
me in mine so I can see her face
and the smile or frown residing there
for these brief moments of grace
her reading from our spiritual book
me listening, waiting for angels to arrive
in a story or words that’ll become a sacred hook
into my soul or life’s burgeoning archive.

Evening after evening sometimes so tired
we can barely hold on and avoid sleeping
right there, each old body in its easy chair
sometimes laughing sometimes weeping
she my wife, partner in this long life
both of us gathering our souls
in this splendid crucible of light.
One of the things that has allowed us to stay married for more than 50 years is these moments of intimacy on a spiritual plain where we talk and read and re-member our marriage.
Gabriel Girault Jul 2020
People who had pet rocks are successful today because they understand the worth of a rock. Rocks are sturdy and hard, they don’t move unless moved, and are always there no matter the situation.
I always wanted a rock. Someone who would always be there for me when the world was crumbling down. Someone who didn’t leave me high and dry. Someone who I could count on in my worst moments.
I thought I had a rock once, but they left me when everything started falling apart. I wanted to be their rock, but they left me while I was trying to be sturdy.
Rocks are what holds us together. If you find yourself one, stay strong and hold on to them. Rocks are not meant to be kicked around or thrown, they're meant to be held down and loved.
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