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Osiria Melody May 14
Toss and turn in bed like laundry undone
My washing machine mind runs and my
energy dries up
Exhausted from being awake for too long,

I toss and turn to begin another cycle
I rinse the pain away from my body thru
successive stretches
A calisthenic conversation with myself

Lying in my bed of thoughts, each one is
a piece of emotion clothing, unravelled
I detect the fibers of morning breath and
reluctantly tumble out of bed
With a sigh, I walk to the bathroom to
brush my teeth, just another day

This toothpaste bottle is like detergent to
rid of my morning breath
And as I wash my face, I wash away the
morning grumps, which drain to my sink
My reflection greets me as I realize that
my image is an outfit seamed together

Since I look a little better, I don't feel like
the laundry undone when I first woke up

I woke up earlier than usual today.
Life has seemed just like a dream to me It took the loss of my wife to wake me up to
reality that I had hidden from
all my life I lived a life of fantasise
Before my wife I had lived the life of a loner just spent my time In dreams of a yesterday and What things might have been
I thought
never have a relationship or
to fall In love never looked likely to be, considering my life you see that of a loner I had left home town
where I was
after two years of leaving
one day decidin to return home It was to there I met my wife to be my true to be Helen I knew my travel days were done time
to settle
After many years traveling deciding to return home to the place where I was born that where I met my wife to be
I woke up and now I'm here
High flying, low falling

Busdriver making a sharp steer
Used to be good and now I'm balling

Still getting wasted every day on cheap beer
I wanna go fast but secretly stalling

Tunnel vision, not checking my rear
Think I'm running but I'm crawling

I should smile because life is dear
Was excited but now I'm yawning
Brittany Hall Apr 19
Fragile, yet, unbreakable.
Rattled, but, unshakable.

Taking the **** and I'm dealing with it.
Taking these hits 'cause I'm feeling with it.

Out of my mind, but I'm cool with it.
I still walk a straight line, I don't fool with it.

Tired, but I still stay woke.
Fired up; what a ******* joke.

Still respectful, I don't hope you choke..
I'll just let you make someone else go broke.

Anyway, back to the point.
I'm doing fine, want a hit of this joint?

I'm ******* funny, I'm free, wouldn't you like to be me?
Just kidding. I'm humble, trapped, and you don't wanna be me.

It doesn't matter what anybody else believes.
The only one that can judge Me, is Me.

Me, me,
Me, me, me, me,

One lesson you taught me,
Is to care about me, me, me, me.

Thank you, really.
I hope that you agree.

I'll never again forget,
That I, am Queen Bee.
karoloser Apr 15
the truth is, sometimes i wake up, my heart with a hole.
i remember the times, the memories like it was yesterday.
it is so hard to lose something or someone you were so close to.
and i wake up sometimes feeling like there is no purpose in life.
what's this nostalgia coming from?
deep in my mind, i remember the state of mind i was in the past.
2 years ago, a year ago, a few months ago.
i remember those times.
the happiness.
i want to relive some moments.
Quivering, my hands try to hold
the thing most beyond man’s control.
My bloodshot eyes cannot behold
the weariness I can’t console.

My achy bones refuse to move
to encounter the vague unseen,
to meet what latent dreams disprove
in the fog of the in between.

I’ve not adjusted to the light.
I tried but my eyes weren’t prepared.
I want the end to be in sight—
the insight of which I am scared.

When will at last I be awake?
Is this the day I understand?
I stumble out into daybreak
to hold the future in my hand.
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Johnny walker Mar 15
My curtains remain closed just as they were when my sweetheart passed on never ever to be opened again
I remember the first  morning I woke without Helen here at my side not
hearing her voice total silence
I snuggled back up Into my bed covers closed eyes and tried to go back to sleep drifting from one memory to another
Laid there for weeks only coming out at dead night
and returning to bed like a vampire before dawns early morning
But I've made It thus far surviving on my memories of those wonderful days spent with
Helen although I still shed tears I'm strong enough now to know I can make
It's been a long struggle but I'm stronger now and no I'm going to make It
I'd heard about problems with police
hard to hear harder to believe
personally I never had a problem
oh a few well deserved speeding tickets
probably cut a break no definitely
I drove very fast especially in the turns
roll-the-tires fast in the turns
that was me

and the more I heard the faster I turned

as a young kid I applied and was accepted
to six colleges six for six piece of cake
why the stress my SAT score equated
to an I.Q. of 1 above plant life
accepted open arms those WASPs loved me
graduate school one for one
      best in the country
bar none MBA with honors that was easy
they called it the golden passport yes

passports are even faster

I never had problems
   with band-aids
       the bank
the insurance company
      the healthcare system
never turned down
      for a credit card car loan
life insurance policy
      or request for a specialist
experience is the best teacher
      and the more I learned
the less I wanted to know
      and the faster I turned

then I learned
   about certain specifics
      certain policies

with regard to traffic stops
bank loans rental property
heath care voting rights marriage
read the color purple
and then that invaluable government  
       syphilis experiment
that would have been inconceivable
       even to doctor mengele
that the star spangled banner
       has more than one stanza?  
really there were four stanzas?

MY country ‘tis of ME
      and it was making me feel *****

learned that no one
      voluntarily held that flag up
that hellish night
      o’er the ramparts WE watched
as ***** and freedmen
              were ordered
      to their near certain death
with the threat of absolute
      certain death

then I watched a cop
       shoot a kid in the back
              in cold blood
near a merry-go-round
on a playground
in baltimore maryland
I liked baltimore
fast very fast he emptied the 10 round clip
of a semi-automatic 9mm Glock 27
into THAT kid's back no hesitation ******

baltimore baltimore baltimore baltimore

I hit the brakes hard
      on those fast decades and decades
generations generations generations
      of turning
I slowed down way way way down
took a deep deep deeper breath
then did what I always did and do best
I turned turned turned I turned around
and as I turned I woke
to kneel
be more than words

> As published in North/South Literary Canon
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