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It’s just an old heart I forgot was there anymore
A heart I stopped looking for
A heart I didn’t know i care about anymore
Old heart rediscovered
Once judged by its cover
An old me, an old heart, new again
—Timothy Charles Carter
I sit and watch the world spin round 
glad I'm no longer in the fray.

Time has quietly passed me by 
as day bleeds into day.
The night it moves much slower.
My mind always fast awake, 
sleep is often hard to find
before the day's break.

Vampiric nights and exhausted days
swirl and turn inside a yellow haze.

This is my life now!

I sit and watch the world spin round
wishing I was still in the fray.

Longing to feel the sun on my face
and frolic away my days.

This is my life now.

Is this my life now!?

It's been a long winter,
It's always worse in the winter.
Getting older brings about a lot of changes
We never thought about when we were younger.
Maybe we just didn't have the time.
You ran a blitzkrieg on my heart,
Invading like the Mongol's carte,
Menu of skulls and bones.

After your attack,
You settled down,
Sweeping up the bruise and blood.

Then you just left,
What? I thought you wanted this nation?
I guess not.
An old poem with some new lines inspired by history class.
my bated breaths felt like winter...
timpani drums next to my lungs...
sticks and stones for my bones...
only little wood lingers inside me

if a fruit can have a heart
  can it be planted within me?
    i have consumed mine
      exponentially
i miss writing, im burntout
Sam S Mar 5
I don’t want silence, I don’t want space,
I want sticky fingers and a messy place.
I want tiny shoes lined up by the door,
Giggles and whispers and toys on the floor.

I want late-night cuddles, a toddler’s embrace,
A partner to love, to grow old face to face.
To sit on a porch swing, gray hair in the breeze,
Our grandkids all laughing, climbing our knees.

So where is this life? Is it waiting for me?
Or will I just dream it and let it go free?
His dry lips are smiling,
I see life in those eyes;
that died long ago
His vocals, always lying
Now talks about the truth of ages;
advice for times to go.

He is in joy;
This man who suffered alive,
Happily follows death's ploy.
As if his soul is gonna revive.

This man is not strange,
A profound reason, in his smile.
He will now meet her, of his age,
Whose demise, he rejected in denial.

How cruel she was
She left him in hurry;
Unable to mend death's laws,
Her hopes, he could only bury.
I was working,
Right on down at the sandwich shop.
When a dainty little lady landed at my counter,
With a twirl, a smile, and a sparkle too,
She parted her lips to let a beautiful sound through.
'Hey-ya sandwich man,
You're lookin' rather tasty,
And I'm one hungry girl.
Boy your sweet smile is gonna make me stay for awhile,
Mind if I get a taste babe?
Just a little sample of your loving,
Because a boy like you makes a girl go crazy!
Believe me baby, I didn't come for a sandwich fool,
I came to see if a could get a soda pop,
With a small side of you.'
Woo-ooo she made me drool!
A slender thing with bouncy curls,
You better believe she sent me for a whirl,
With her flicking lashes and skirt twirl!
I never thought I'd thank my old boss,
For taking me up to his old shop.
But with a skip and a hop,
I thanked cranky ol' pops.
Then I got going,
Cause she needed a strong hand,
To make sure hers don't drop.
I'd recommend a good dose of jazz music to anyone feeling a bit down lately.
Tamara Walker Feb 23
It took 30 years

For me

To feel powerful

It may take

Another

To

Believe it
In 30 years where do you see yourself?
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