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I stand here today:
The mayor of this broken town;
The president you needed;
The one to lead us home.

Except today, you sit.
You do not feel joyous.
You do not believe.
You have fallen, clutching for dear life.

Tomorrow, I think, will be more.
Lustrous I am, at the thought:
Of my own words;
Of my own promises.

Give to you what I plan for me,
Giving back what I did not take.
Tomorrow, you will have more than today,
You will have more than you could ever dream.

Realism was never my strong point.
I stand here full of dreams.
I stand here with less than you need.
But I stand here.

Because yesterday was the worst of all.
Yesterday broke us.
Yesterday took a piece of us with it,
Took more than we can replace.

You sit quietly, teasing the words from my mouth.
It is you I stand here for.
Your soulless eyes waiting,
For me, for more.

Copyright © All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
Dreamer 1d
That red eyes of her are
Tainting me as if there is no tomorrow
We meander in the noise, finding our serenity. Both reckless and careful, you led me to wondrous blue. Sincerity flashed upon me. In that moment, I am warmth and safe. Solace and grateful were carved. I am flushed and you are calmed. We stay and tell legends. You are music from waves and I am shell, keeping every drop of tune. The sun kissed the sea; an alluring scenery. Your eyes sings and my heart listen. We are all over the clouds but neither crumpled nor tangled. The sun falls. The beat proliferates. The moments will echo . We wander the big forest like it’s a castle, wrapping ourselves with what we have, not thinking about tomorrow. We are fast cars and electric currents, alive, alive. We are running, crossing and skipping. Traced every outline, roamed every cold ground.
Tomorrow we will be just bodies passing by, but I’ll still live in the sensation of our souls colliding.

This is how I will remember us, in black playing with colorful poetry.
Do not fear tomorrow
for tomorrow will never come
do not fear the past
for the past is already done

do not cry for approval
for approval gives no bread
do not weep for the dying
instead laugh with the dead

follow the path of gravestones
decorated with gold
follow the dark and the light
to see which one takes hold

listen to the bird call
follow the raven's trail
listen to the wolf howl
watch him shake his tail

coo coo
caw caw

run as fast as we can

moo moo
ba ba

back to where it began
Lara May 7
Would it help me?
Would it change me?
Would I overthink my life and my decisions?
Would my life be the same?
Would I still live in the now or would I just think of tomorrow?

I don’t know what I would do!

But I know what I am doing today!

Living in the now!
ms reluctance Apr 29
The diffused gleam of jaded dreams
like a siren call upon our desires deep
to sink again in their harrowed streams.

We walk on towards better things
trailing the hummingbird of hope.
Onward, intrepid on rainbow wings.

We live to die another day and begin
with a fated end. Till then we spend
our hours fueling the fire held within.

Why settle for being the fallen fruit
when we can sprout, lush and green?
Again, we will grow; we will take root.
NaPoWriMo Day 29
Poetry form: Tercet
tomorrow will be better
it always is

and we'll make it out of here
with one hell of a story to tell
Ruheen Apr 20
Today is the day I rebel
Against everything
I've ever known and felt

Today is the day I cut off
My feelings from my head
So they don't interfere

But maybe I wanna wait
Till tomorrow,
So I can say bye.
Perhaps You Apr 17
Sadness is as much
A part of our life
As happiness is and
this is the reason
I am writing now
For tomorrow who knows
I might barely
be able to stitch
The two parts together
With one mention
Of your name.
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