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Once again that day is looming
Your anniversary is near
As my heart skips a beat
And my head fills with fear.
A fear deep within
Bound by guilt, bound by hate
As I Stare at the calendar
At that last fateful date.
A date robbed of love robbed of smiles
Robbed of joy
Now a date lined with tears
For our beloved 'John Boy'.
As time counts the hours
And days turn into nights
(I promise with all my heart John
For you I still fight).
I miss you so much
I say over and over again
While minutes turn to days
And months into years
So I look to the clouds
For your presence is there
I whisper "I love you and miss you"
Through tears.
I turn over the calendar,
another year becomes the past
And my heart skips a beat
As the new minutes start.
Till we meet again high up in those clouds,
know that I love you and your forever in my heart.
Rest in Peace Johnny
Love always your big sis
Laurel ***
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 6:27 PM UTC
Back when my face was curtained with bangs,
I would pick flowers, playing by the door.
You rode your stick horse toward me
rounding the bench, knocking off the fresh plums.
Together we lived in Changgan,
the two little ones without suspicion. At 14, I became wife to you,
shy glances hiding my smile.
I dipped my head toward the gloomy walls
of your thousands of gentle calls.
At 15, my expressions relaxed,
and I longed for our dust and ashes to be mingled forever.
I trusted like the one holding a pillar in a storm; why do I still climb, anticipating your visit?
At 16, my lord traveled far from home,
through the Qutang gorge and floods of Yu.
For five months we made no contact, monkeys mourning overhead.
By the doorway are your hesitant footprints, slowly growing in with moss.
The coating is deep, it cannot be swept away—the early Autumn Winds bring leaf-fall. August’s butterflies turn yellow
flying two-by-two to Western orchards.
My heart is wounded at this,
I sit anxiously and my youth fades.
Sooner or later you’ll cross down through Sanba, sending a letter in advance your return.
To reunite with you, no matter the distance—I will go all the way to Changfensha.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 5:23 PM UTC
My heart flat lined today.
No ICU needed.
it's the only way to go on.
Transformer Cimi Death my other name says my Mayan zodiac
birth chart and I go flat,
in a terrible amnesic shock.
when reality hits I no longer remember nor feel pain
I am sustained by a strange
heart rhythm beat.
I did it once before
very long time ago and
it worked for years.
phychogenic amnesia
There's no feeling no love
no hate no hope no dreams
no waiting for love to be real.
No bridal chambers no gold key
exists to open this gold lock.
My cave of wonders is sealed.
In essence it's another
kind of passing on.
I need it here,
not to stay flat on line.
~~~~~~
By: KArijinbba
8--2021
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 2:29 AM UTC
Most everyone craves,
Wealth and beautiful things,
During this life,
As long as we travel here,
Want to see a miracle,
Look into a mirror.
Your soul traveling, in your body,
From a life, in the past,
You are here, to help it grow,
Never knowing,
Which life, will be it’s last.
Tom Maxwell © 3/15/2021 AD 6:55 PM
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 12:16 AM UTC
He coughed in the corner,
With a mangled leg.
He smirked under stars,
With a bowl pocked rice.
They’d spit, they’d scoff,
With their children in tow.
I’d drop change,
With lint left a pocket.
But he’d buy beer knowing –
All’d be well tonight.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
I got a call from heaven
and I got a call from hell
they said they needed me
that I would do well
but I chose the worse of the other because I knew him
I chose the devil for he did hold me when I cried
and said he would give me a home when I died
he was always their bye my side the only thing that I couldn't hide
so I chose the devil for he did call as I breathed no more
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC