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Tryst Dec 2021
In the morning when you're thinking
Of the chores that lay ahead,
When the shower water's freezing,
When there's numbness in your head;
And the telephone is ringing
And there's someone at the door,
And the neighbour's dog is singing
And there's toys strewn on the floor;
When the kids are all a-squabbling,
When their music is too loud;
When the car has trouble starting
And it makes a knocking sound;
When you breathe a heavy sigh
And wish this day would pass you by

When the office phone is ringing
In the middle of your Zoom,
And the coffee tastes disgusting
And your client's a buffoon;
And your secretary is waving
As she tries to catch your eye,
And she's holding the receiver
With a teardrop in her eye;
And her frantic face is straining
As she passes you the phone,
And you hear the desperation
In the voice that calls you home;
When you breathe a heavy sigh
And wish this day would pass you by

At the school gate is a circus
And you think that you're the clown,
And your feet feel far too heavy
As they scrape along the ground;
And the sirens are a-wailing
As the uniforms go by,
And you feel your nerves are failing
And you dare not catch an eye;
And the headteacher is waiting
With his head bowed to his chest,
And he beckons you to join him
And he leads you from the rest;
And you breathe a heavy sigh
And wish this day would pass you by

And his words impart a sadness
That you cannot understand,
And you're staring at your fingers
As he's holding tight your hand;
And you see a policeman crying
Huddled on the stony ground,
With his colleagues standing by him
And they never make a sound;
And you walk across the carpark
And you walk towards the spot
Where the ambulance is waiting
And your stomach's in a knot;
And you breathe a heavy sigh
And wish this day had passed you by

And the doctor grabs your shoulder
As you stand outside the room
Where your broken child is laying
In the dimness and the gloom;
And the vest they wore this morning
Is ******* up and on the bed,
And there's tubes still in their nostrils
And their sheets are stained with red;
And he's talking and he's talking
But you don't hear what he said,
Just the faintest understanding
That perhaps someone is dead;
And you breathe a heavy sigh
And wish this day had passed you by

Just this morning you were thinking
Of the chores that lay ahead,
With the shower water freezing,
And a numbness in your head;
And the telephone was ringing
There was someone at the door,
And the neighbour's dog was singing
There were toys strewn on the floor;
And the kids were all a-squabbling,
How you miss that happy sound;
And the music they were playing,
You would love to hear it loud;
And the car had trouble starting
And it made a knocking sound;

Can you breathe one heavy sigh,
And have this day just pass you by?
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2021
To those
Who needs to hear this

Accept, what is
Let go of, what was

For you are both
The traveler and the journey
For you are both
The sufferer and the healer

RIP, the things that drain your spirit
RIP, the thoughts that make you sick
RIP, the time that stops for great things
RIP, the circle that holds freedom you crave
RIP, anyone who excuses for the truth
RIP, the question you don’t want to answer
And RIP, the doors that are close.

RIP everything
That resists
That *****
That blurs
And insults your spirit
If it makes sense, just RIP.
No more, no less.
And the rest will be the history.

Trust and let go.
And breathe.

Are you ready?
Genre: Clinical Inspirational
Theme: Questioning
Author's Note: In becoming, this is just the way, it is.
Jess Carroll Oct 2021

Yup. The kind in a can.

Beans. They go surprisingly well with ham.

Beans. You gotta love 'em.

Beans... Now, if only I had an oven.

Beans? Yeah, you heard me right.

Beans. Heaven's only true delight.

Beans. The nearest can is at that yonder Dollar Store.

Beans. I just don't have the needed $3.74.

Beans. I don't even have a way to get there...

Beans. Now I'm in my life's greatest despair...
Lord, I don't even know. Don't ask about the inspiration for this one.
Ozi Oct 2021
𝐼 π“π’Άπ“Ž π’Άπ“Œπ’Άπ“€π‘’ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 π‘œπ’» π“Žπ‘œπ“Š.
π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π“ˆπ“Œπ‘’π‘’π“‰ π“ˆπ“‚π’Ύπ“π‘’,
𝓉𝒽𝑒 π’·π“‡π’Ύπ‘”π’½π“‰π“ƒπ‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ 𝒾𝓃 π“Žπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π‘’π“Žπ‘’π“ˆ,
𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“…π‘’π’Άπ’Έπ‘’π’»π“Šπ“π“ƒπ‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π“Žπ‘œπ“Š π’·π“‡π‘œπ“Šπ‘”π’½π“‰ π“Œπ’½π‘’π“ƒ π“Žπ‘œπ“Š π“ˆπ“…π‘œπ“€π‘’ π“‰π‘œ 𝓂𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 π’Ώπ‘œπ“Ž 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π’Άπ“‡π‘œπ“ˆπ‘’ π’·π‘’π’Έπ’Άπ“Šπ“ˆπ‘’ π‘œπ’» π“Žπ‘œπ“Š.
π΅π“Šπ“‰ π‘œπ“ƒπ“π“Ž 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 π“€π“ƒπ‘’π“Œ,
𝐼𝒻 𝐼 π“€π“ƒπ‘’π“Œ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ π“Œπ’Άπ“Ž,
𝐼 π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή'𝓋𝑒 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒπ‘’ π‘’π“‹π‘’π“‡π“Žπ“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒾𝓃 π“‚π“Ž π“…π‘œπ“Œπ‘’π“‡ π“‰π‘œ π“ˆπ’Άπ“‹π‘’ π“Žπ‘œπ“Š.

π΅π“Šπ“‰ π“ˆπ’Άπ’Ήπ“π“Ž 𝒾𝓉 π’Ύπ“ˆ π“‰π‘œπ‘œ 𝓁𝒢𝓉𝑒,
π‘€π’Άπ“Ž π“Žπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π“ˆπ‘œπ“Šπ“ π“‡π‘’π“ˆπ“‰ 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝒢𝒸𝑒, 𝒢 𝓅𝓁𝒢𝒸𝑒 π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ήπ’Ύπ“ˆπ“‰π“Šπ“‡π’·π‘’π’Ή, 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝒢 𝓅𝓁𝒢𝒸𝑒 π“Œπ’½π‘’π“‡π‘’ π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝒸𝒢𝓃 π’»π’Ύπ“ƒπ’Άπ“π“π“Ž 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹 π’»π“‡π‘œπ“‚ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒢𝒾𝓃.
You will always be in my heart. Rest in peace, my love, I miss you...
MindlessSelf Sep 2021
Words cannot describe the pain I feel for you now that you're gone.

The thought of you not being here with us seems so un real.

I wish  it was all just a dream the part were you didn't have to die,

But when I open my eyes I realize you were gone to soon.

Without saying goodbye you left us here with our hearts torn apart.

Now you're in a better place up in heaven with god.

A place where you can be free now,

Free from all the pain you had inside.

Now you're gone to soon but your presence will never be forgotten.
I will miss you dearest cousin..
Dave Robertson Sep 2021
No age
no age at all
never a justification
a reason to placate us
just an implacable, non-negotiable theft
of love, histories and too much still to be

the solace, a skinflint’s compensation,
is that for a short while you had them
and they had you
and that was life

but that’s as much as you get
to try to make it through
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