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Jim Morris Jul 2016
ILY
Here I lie, holding onto something you let go of
I can't let go, the projection of you in my mind is enough to keep us alive
I want to talk to the woman I love
We had our differences, we both shoved
By my own fault, how evil Jealousy is, the cousin of greed
The only girl who has won my heart
To find my other half requires a chart
Never been the type to talk the way we did
No one has been able to wake me up the way you did
It ***** how we've gotten to this point, lost in separate worlds
Flying over seas, following the endless roads, searching through the debris
Just to find your heart, no matter how long it takes, I will die finding it
Given the chance, I'd go back in time where we first met
Watching you bake that cake because you were rebellious that day, you wanted to make up for it
Still makes me smile, how awkward it was at first
Still makes me question, what were the odds, they weren't cursed
The faces we made were totally in sync, unrehearsed
The beauty of waking into reality knowing there is someone there for you
And falling asleep into the minds of each, dreams coming together forming us both
I'll never forget the days we spent talking without pause, I hope there is still room for growth
The dreams you had of me kills me because I wish it was reality, given the oath
I never seen someone so pretty, so beautiful, energetic, positive, and unique
Everything about you was everything I ever wanted in a woman, it made me weak
Just to rewind where you first confessed your love for I
I know you don't remember, I don't blame you that night
Just to rewind where I first confessed my love for you
The thoughts in my mind like a crazy train ready for derailment
I was ready to tell you I loved you on a few earlier occasions, I knew you could wait even though I grew impatient
It played out perfectly, because I wouldn't change it for the world
I was shaking, trying to catch my breath, trying to pour out those words
That have never been spoken before, only you deserved to see that side
It lit up your face, your smile, I've never seen someone smile like you from the words I spoke
Happiness is what you delivered, comfort is what I offered
Love is what I gained, Friendship is what we lost and maybe something more
Dreams were born previously, but I guess the thoughts were all that mattered
I want you in my arms like we both wished, sitting at heights unimaginable, gazing at the hazy skies
Hoping your dream would come true, would have been quite the surprise
I seen the fire in your eyes, the intense heat scorched
My cold world and now it's the only place I've ever felt warmth
The spiteful words came out and it turned out terrible
Some day this will all be repairable
Everything is trapped in my mind, urging to escape just to lead you back on that path
So when tomorrow comes with unexpected words, I hope there is another chance
Just remember that each day that goes by, you're on my mind, anyways
Your Initials have been engraved in my mind for that, I'll love you forever and always
Another poem I read at a poetry slam.
Jim Morris Jul 2016
Every thought of you gave me an eerie feeling, if you seen me screaming and tearing
Moonlight lit up the sky, I sat on the edge at such a height agaze from that building
Makes me wonder when we were together in that moment, how far we could have went with no sense of falling
And just to think about the diffirent worlds we came from, it's pretty deceiving

Pretty was something you did not realize, your pearls helped me see when I was buried underneath
Anger built from irrelevant matters, I couldn't tell you where my head was, I was overwhelmed
Tragedies happen in everyone's life, yours and mine no different, but we both did understand
Regrets cloud the current state of mind that I wish had never happened the way it did, why did I demand
I may be thoughtless at times, it's hard when my mind wanders for words to truly express these thoughts at hand
Cracks connect as time passes, never found a way to patch it up, one day I'll make my way through no mans land
Insomnia ***** when all you want is to escape from reality into the dreams where anything is possible to withstand
And stupid me, the downfall was right there before my eyes too blind to expand the horizon at command

Death is apart of life, but when we're both gone our memories will be drowned by the nothingness that follows
Obituary is where we will end up being seen last so send me to the gallows
Underground is where we will reside, so place our gravestones side by side so our spirits together will lurk the shadows
Grieving loved ones will never know what this means to me so in the next life, I hope we meet again tomorrow
Loneliness is what I prefer rather than misery, happiness is what we had and sadness was never involved
As for life, we live to grow into a half, searching in life for a love to be a whole
So read between the lines, and you'll understand what I'm trying to say with my heart and soul
A lost love, read this at a poetry slam
Rustle McBride May 2016
What a special day I had today.
So special, and it was not even mine.

The sun was warming.
It was God's wind blowing.
And for once, we all were there,
and all our love was showing.
And the children
in the day,
they were laughing, having fun.
And everyone was smiling.
It was all I ever I wanted,
and it was not even mine.

My sister.
It was her day.
And yet the sun could almost die,
but for the radiant Patricia
could keep any heart alive.
Immaculate,
in white and lace.
Enchanting. Captivating.
The gods above did fall in love,
but she shall keep them waiting.

Her husband.
It was his day.
He thanked us just because,
we were who we were,
and he was who he was.
He was genuine in his embrace.
Sincere in his smile.
There beside my sister,
he seemed to strike a certain style.
I knew they would be happy.
This love will last forever.
I could feel it in my heart,
and it was not even mine.

I saw my mother.
She was smiling with a tear.
My father sighed and shook his head,
perhaps somewhere in yesteryear.
Here, witnessing the true event
of what pain and sacrifice are meant.
Knowing in some way she's leaving.
But, in marriage, true believing.
I wanted to laugh as well as cry,
and it was not even mine.

My sisters.
They all did contest.
Competing with the bride.
Resplendent.
They did look their best,
I still cannot decide,
if it was they that looked more beautiful
or more the day
and all the view.
And as I looked around at wide-eyed guests,
I knew that they did wonder, too.

My brothers.
All so strong and cool.
Among the guests,
so sure to fool.
Of four, three of us still *****.
We swear those words will not be said!
We congratulate.
We poke and jibe.
And yet we keep the truth inside.
We stop and think about our day.
We dream.
We hope its something like today.
I dream and sigh,
and want today,
though it was not even mine.

As we gathered for the photograph
I began to see my flaw.
This day that I had wanted,
it was no ones day at all.
For days that are this beautiful,
and this loving, I have learned,
are only lent to us by God,
and soon must be returned.
But we can take from it our memories,
and our dreams and friendships, too.
Patricia and Mike will take each other,
and a love that lives anew.
(To my sister Patricia on her wedding day)
Patricia Waldron Aug 2014
The water chuckles and frolics
Finding its way over the rocks
It gurgles around boulders
And swirls and tumbles and drops.

The banks of the streams are strewn
With flower petals, pink and rosy
They settle gently on fern fronds
Looking peaceful, comfy and cozy.

The steep sides of the gully are shale
And water seeps out in places
It finds its way into pools
Where the minnows are having races.

I know about oceans and lakes and rivers
About power dams and high waterfalls
I appreciate the importance of water
I love it from wherever it calls.

But my private stream in this gulley
Teeming, insected', berried and mossed
Seems akin to a forest primeval
Where the Hand of the Goddess just passed.
Patricia Waldron Aug 2014
I do so enjoy the fury of a storm
The relentless driving rain
Descending in sheets
Being blown into every
Crack and crevice
By a howling raging wind
Whipping first one way then another
Bending everything in its path to its will
I feel envy, too
How much I would like to
Release my pent up feelings
What a storm I could often create.

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