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Monica Mourad Feb 20
One was left reeling
The other went on with  life

Two people words exchanged
On a Thursday at 2:00 pm
Feelings emotions intentions coming to light
One’s truth blindsiding the other’s truth
4 months of you and me
Trickled down to a 20 minute text exchange
That’s what I was worth to you.

Her reply unshaken disappointment
His reply an aloof “don’t be stranger … let’s be friends”
Silent tears mourning the idea of what could have been - she refused to let him see her break .
Him going about life - realizing he might not really want a clean break.

Me saying take care - walking away
You saying add me on social media - trying to keep me in your life

Words said can’t be unsaid
This is how the story of us ends.
I hate this part right here... the end.
When pain becomes too great
That pain swallows you whole
Your only scapegoat to blame
Is own forsaken soul

Your mechanism for sleep
Is poisoning your lungs
Be freed of shadows following your feet
All responsibilities and past what you want

When finally you have to fight your fears
In your struggle miss my face
Stay the hell away from here
Complain to heart you didn't break
Written 2-13-21
Jeremy Betts Jan 21
I'll have nothing if I lose her
If I stay I'll lose myself
So I'm forced to ask myself
What is the better future?

©2024
After The Rain
I Sing Again
After The Rain
I Live Again

The Rain, The Rain, The Rain

The Flood of Tears
Have Disappeared
From The Tide
Of Constant Fears
Suddenly
Your Sunny Day
Will Stay
Will Stay

After The Rain
I Sing Again
After The Rain
I LOVE AGAIN

The Rain, The Rain, The Rain

(c)Debra Lea Ryan
02/01/2024
2nd Poem/Words of 1st Album Concept I have challenged myself to create during 2024 - Life Willing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXuaSNDSAfY
Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
I see you had a bad day
Thinkin' things you shouldn't say
No other choice but to stay and pay to play
Can't even stray away from your own cliche
Doomed by strands of DNA
Failed every single attempt in every possible way
In desperation you kneel to pray
No answer today...
...same as yesterday

©2023
Kyla Nov 2023
They said they couldn't stay
I don't know how to feel
My soul taken away

Rain fell hard that day
I don't know how to heal
They said they couldn't stay

Their love they took away
Hard for my heart to deal
My soul taken away

I tried and tried to sway
Convinced their love was real
They said they couldn't stay

I watched them walk away
My existence became surreal
My soul taken away

There is nothing I can say
As I eat my final meal
They said they couldn't stay
My soul taken away
Phia Oct 2023
I love you,
Ask me to stay and I will.
Tell me you love me
And I will drop everything
And stay.
Robin Carretti Jun 2023
Are we only spiritually one
A glide or mask
Love burning task
Chosen red brick
Dreaming what's real
Or forever to be tricked
Building sea castle home
The chosen one alone

       *       *       *       *

Is the chosen one cleverly smart?
What's truly inside our hearts
Only one wish

Stars and the moon rush
Shinning on one thought
Cheeks glow feather light- blush
Like unique creation
*       *       *       *
Follow your mission
Be happy make a
new transition  
The chosen one
Chosen One, how one thought can change our thinking
Hollie May 2023
Gentle soft uncoordinated lips
Through all seasons
You call upon me
To be kind sweet and mean
When I am gone
Will you still call for me
Or will you share all of you
To someone new
And call on her
Ken Pepiton Mar 2023
Subject enters trance
Subject enters trance state
Subject enters entrancement

Entrance word opens mind
Mental kind
Mind kind, man kind, male and female

see that fe,
see iron, the processed bile,
from certain ores -  see a detail

allowed the ancient few who read
all the ancient writings, as we read
French or Farsi, today, we the augmental.

Augmented I, exo-mindful chooser bot,
software, with a calcium lattice frame,

any curious child could have been shown,
by way of instructions, seldom read, ready

do the drill. Do it again. Do another whole
day. Being particular as to what use is made

of my pronominal reality state, my real estate.

Non moi. My ever after all of that. This.
These
times that try men's souls, since this means
of forming information along bendable old bones,

Once, in the dreamtime's local translation mindspace
timeless,
nothing was.
Nothing was evil, and that was good, a chain construct,

mind chain, prior to any sense we readers hold chains
to represent, closed torqued rods of iron, formed
on the horn of the anvil, the only known anvil,
for the making of such things was closed knowing,

must be earned, this epithet, honest, most honed,
among the dull stone scattered across my plain,

Mam, re, remember,
Mamre had a plain called by his name.

Terebinthine Oaks, con-secration acknowledged,

by whom, asks my little boy, who knew which oak
Jacob buried the stolen idols lied about under,
for shame.
For shame, he who wrestles still, with the will
to be the bherer of all my own shame, amen.

Nothing hidden that shall… should we quibble?
Known is known,
and should one choose one may make a plain
from a point
once,
stretched this far. And holding… ad in fun item,
Chotsky for any one to open worm cans with.
I make a habit of becoming something new, once a day.
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