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You've just been gone a dozen days
And I've not been to sleep
The bed is just not comfortable
Without you there to keep

I've taken your old Harley shirt
And I keep it by my head
The scent of you still lingers there
Since I can't have you instead

I miss the presence of your spirit
And it's something I won't find
I lie here with my memories
Of your smile in my mind

The house it seems much smaller
In the time that you've been gone
It's just that you are missing
That's the only thing that's wrong

I know you're coming back to me
And until I see you once more
I'll be sleeping with your t-shirt here
Until you burst on through that door

I've taken your old Harley shirt
And I keep it by my head
The scent of you still lingers there
Since I can't have you instead

It's been six months since you went away
And you'll be home today
You don't know how my heart misses you
There's no words for me to say

I love you more than you could know
I see the sunshine in your eyes
But when you're gone, I'm not the same
I'm still me, but in disguise

You can have back your old Harley shirt
That I've slept with by my head
Because tonight you're home and here with me
And we can both now share our bed
Devin Ortiz Jun 2016
I wish to own a magic quill
With magic ink and vibrating trill

Colorful calligraphy to map my mind
A revolving world to leave my sign

Short stories, thoughts and imagination
Floating allures of determination

Compose a sea of words to illustrate
Then pass the pen to facilitate

Artisitic culture and tangled rhymes
A healthy recipe to ease the times
Anig Muh Jun 2016
My open wound,
infected.
Heartbreak manifested.
I picked you like a scab,
a catalyst in a lab,
accelerating my own processes
to that of your own.
Your warmth,
so protective,
made my shelter a home
-but what you want is not me,
but a molded version.
So dance around that issue
with scapegoats and diversion.

I know you'll do better,
I'll run into you years away,
where there's love and warm weather.
Someday-

Tears of Growth
Tears of Pain
We Intrigue and Disdain
so come forth with me,
face the love that we have slain.

I will always be here for you,
Despite this state of forced separation.
It's temporary,
but necessary.
This was a dire situation.
Kids in time out,
so elementary.
So let us find our own destination.

I'm done with these games.
Futile war efforts,
battle of names and blames.

I can forgive,
but I don't forget.
I know that sometimes time and change,
is the best cure for regret.

I know you're full of sorrow,
but love,
there's always another tomorrow.
Humble your Mumble.
Make it bright,
Promise me telepathically
this won't **** your spirit to fight.

Understand my reasons,
know that feelings do fade with the seasons.
Memories don't,
even foggy and fragmented.
Distance yourself,
far away for a time and you'll see they're all segmented,
glued together by sentiment.
Parallel puzzle pieces make a picture,
every number and scripture.
Please take my advice, as yours I haven't forgot.
Use your notebook I gave you,
write down every recurring thought,
or in time's web they'll be caught.

Bottled Up
Never to Escape
Let it out
**** the Ego
Accept your Fate

You're dwindling and drowning,
unable to see that you're the only one who can save yourself.
I can only guide you for so long before losing sight of my own path.
You know hate is an illusion, all feelings are passion.
Do the math.

I know how you're feeling.
Situations are Fleeting,
you just have to enjoy them and relax.
Even when your head is spinning and reeling.
Breathe
Make a Joke
It will pass

Just because the present is in shambles,
doesn't mean it will last.
Remember to not forget that.
aar505n May 2016
Last night I melted into you -
Didn't I?

It felt like an eternity
It felt like a river flowing
Into an intense tranquility

Uncertainty tries to
unhing my sanity
But I know what I know
To be true
I flowed into you
Until we became one
And for once -
I didn't feel a lone

Because I knew -
I knew this is where
I belonged.

-
I feel your bones like my own for we are one
Brent Kincaid May 2016
I am older
You are younger
You are brown
And I am white.
I eat well while
Your folks hunger.
You work hard
So that isn’t right.

You are religious,
I am surely not.
This almost the only
Difference we’ve got.
You eat veggies
And I eat meat.
You can kiss your
Lover in the street.

You like watching football
I like swimming laps.
That doesn’t mean
Football games are crap.
You like pickup trucks
I prefer a speedy coupe.
I like a four course meal
You like salad and soup.

You like hip hop songs
I prefer classic rock.
You think my music went
Out with argyle socks.
You like horror flicks
I prefer great comedies.
There’s nothing wrong with us
We don’t need any remedies.

We are simply different
In what we know and choose.
Being who and what we are
Should not bring on the blues.
Humanity is growing up
And seeing differences exist.
You are you and I am I.
Who has the right to insist?
Isabelle May 2016
Happiness is best when shared
Love is best when shared*


Life is meant to be shared
Individual differences is what unites us
Each of us is a complement to another
And that is how life is supposed to be
Words worth hearing.. Share the blessings, share your smile.. Life will be less cruel if we learn how to share ;)
thehiddenwriter May 2016
Now I know that I'm her back up plan,
When her heart breaks,
She comes back.

Every time i fix her heart by giving pieces of my heart and in the end she gets fixed and I get broken.

But you know what,
It's totally cool,
Because I always wanna see her happy,
Maybe that's the reason why I never tell,
" how much I love her. "
Brent Kincaid May 2016
I was once capable
Of talking without rhyme.
I could carry conversations,
And I did it all the time.
I could discuss the weather
And even a bit about sports.
I had anecdotes on things like
Political crooks and cohorts.

I could discuss the stars
And the people they dated.
I could reflect on the news
And my words never grated.
I talked about history, too
And how it might affect us.
I marched in protest parades
And didn’t let them deflect us.

But something powerful
In that which makes me
Urges the words I utter
To come out in poetry.
I used to question this
But I no longer chose to.
I don’t hide my poetry
From the world like I used to.

I hear common speech and
I hear cadences and rhyming
In step with what I am doing
And pace my walk to the timing
Of words I’ve heard and talk
That makes a marching beat
That is syncopated to my walk.

So, I no longer apologize
When I am rolling on a stanza.
I look upon it as gifts from the muse,
A positively literary bonanza.
I am my words; my words are me
And if you don’t care for poetry
Listen for a while and maybe see
What truths I write within my poesy.
Braxton Reid Apr 2016
Isn't it strange when someone smiles genuinely
And you'll feel your lips move involuntarily
There's this connection made
When happiness invades
Cynthia Jean Apr 2016
I sing in the garden
with Him
so much joy
surrounds me
I'm crying...
What a gift
He gives
the new life
I see
and the birdies'
anthems
praising.....

Yes,
He walks with me
with love
He talks
with me
Overflowing
His joy
and His peace...
and this place
I'm in
I would share
with you
and my wish....

it would never cease....

<3

shalom

cj 2016
During my morning devotions I asked God if He had any thoughts to give me...and this is what came into  my mind.  Needless to say, I was totally blown away....and this gift was definitely  not one for me to keep for  myself...but to pass along, and hopefully be as much a blessing to someone else as it was to me.
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