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#chagrin
I saw her from a distance observing quietly unassuming and innocent. Not a sound or even a verbal cue. A shadow amongst others fading in the background quiet and still. All seeing, all knowing, yet not seen or known. She savored solitude, seclusion. Gazing over, eyes lock. A prompt stare at her feet. Slyly, strategically, stealthily, I make my move through the mass, an over populated room of senseless chatter. Drawing nearer to the lovely, lone, lady leaning against the brick wall, the ways finally part. Much to my chagrin, she’s vanished without even a faint whisper. Until we meet again.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Wallflower
Why did you have to make me hate myself for loving you? Why do I have to live with the memories of you when all I want to do is forget? Why did you have to destroy all I ever thought of you? Why did you make me lose every hope in love?
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
Why?
Spring girl eyes around, To the winter wench’s chagrin; Each turn brings heartburn!
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
Heartburn over lost love
I remember on shattered ashes And the frigidity of the musky noon Rumbling gently on our scale-like frame Whilst the lonely light evanesced in the dark alley For the ***** of truth it proclaimed Alike Elymas, bitter cecity we had stroked No tinge of light could be sensed To ken the changes of good and evil Evil and evil sprouted Resonating for all to embrace.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
Sweet past, sour future!
...routine will **** me yet? (sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMXLIII) If twas some lurid rite of passage, whence? Gulp scalding water down cuz naught'd avail: I'm driving, nor can spit aught out. Derail Hopes of a lovely ev'ning cuz what hence? Being brave jist does not cut it. I'm burned, sense Now screaming in me til I canna fail To hear that I'm on fire inside. Detail Which, after that? I'm tamer--is't defense? If being above ground is a joke as t'were, Tis ***** and too cruel to torture through My waning hours what's left of all in tour I thought t'enjoy, or vainly thought I knew. Mum held her tongue, yet warned me. Dad too. Stir Hope in but Thee alone, LORD: I need You. 27Oct24b
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Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 10:52 AM UTC
I Was Only Jesting: Stupid's NOT My Middle Name