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H Feb 2020
the breakfast we never ate...
our bed still warm
waiting for the spoons to return

a voice  
     your little voice…

the table’s weight crashes to the ground…

none of this will return to what it  once was

your small tears can not fix this broken bowl

one song on repeat  

at least its a good one i think…

new bowls
other things to fill them...

how soon we have forgotten  
the bed that wasn’t ready to let us go

tears and laughter
we are broken

our day has just begun.
Unpolished Ink Feb 2020
The sun that rises on my dreams

Is frosty cold

Ice fills my head.

Beyond all knowing in my mind

Is the hollow keening wind

Which sings around corners

Seeking out the pavement cracks

It blows my thoughts

And leaves me scattered

Crow picked to the core

A shredded howling
Tetra Hachiko Jan 2020
Roll outta bed, calls to answer
Make a cup of motivation
This is the standard
Meds, Shoes, Music, Trains
While each Morning passes the same
Gotta hold back the symptoms of strain
You can feel that
You've got lava in your veins
that tends to go and drive you insane
but the day goes on, it gets a lil easier
Suppressants in the brain
crashing like a meteor
Gotta take more just to get through the day
Dont have another choice
God knows I've tried every other way
Background music plays, a variety
of pieces of your soul,
creates anxiety
You've heard it all before, but it brings you back
You get to live a little bit in those flashbacks
of the good and the bad, but the past all the same
back to a time where things felt more tame
Halt
The train comes to a stop.
Its your turn to get up and get off
But before you finish your walk
you've got time to cough
before you step back into the world
where you're livestock
Ace Jan 2020
confession: every morning, when I first wake up,
I roll over, and start to say,
"Good morning."
but you're not there,
and you're never there.
all I catch is a slight whiff of your cologne,
because I haven't been able to bring myself to wash the sheets,
since you left.
so I start to cry,
every morning.
ktle Dec 2019
I’m always trying to outrun the demons.
They take the form of you leaving
And they keep me awake by whispering
About a future without you.

But sometimes I wonder what would happen
If we ever outrun them.

Maybe one day,
I will wake up to the sunshine peeking through
My sheer, white curtains on a saturday morning
And the weight I carry will no longer be
The possibilities of you leaving
But the weight of your arm resting across my body.

Maybe one morning,
I’ll be lucky enough to be the one who awakens
Next to your sleeping face
And I’ll watch as the sun tickles your skin
And your eyelids flutter as you rest.

Maybe I’ll be able to reach out and run my fingers
Along the side of your face and when you
Don’t disappear before my eyes,
I’ll take in a shaking breath of disbelief
That we actually made it.

Maybe.
to the futures I dream of.
to the hope that you are the one.
Early morning fog
Winter smiles through the curtains
Dew on the flowers
The mornings are most pleasant around this time!
Finally winter smiles :))

Thank you so much, RK( Rita)
For the sunshine for my simple thoughts here :)
Ally Oct 2019
I awake in the early hours

birds singing

enjoying their feast

my hands exploring your body


Naked flesh on my fingertips

perfectly dreaming

about your touch

ever abandoned


Sleepy slumber dreaming of you

in loving embrace

interrupted dreams

with morning brew


These are the moments

I look forward to

Until the day you search for

my naked body on your fingertips
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