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Apr 2018 Miss Me

Isn’t me

Apr 2018 Miss Me

JC

The passenger seat isn't the same anymore right?
You kiss her hand and imagine it's my mine.
She doesn't say things randomly
"I wish I could fly".
She doesn't admire you with the same eyes.
My love is pure
My intentions are real
Do you put a hand on her thigh
Look her in her eye
And tell her how incredible she is?
Do you take her face softly in your hands, stroke her cheek, and tell her she's
so
beautiful.

-J.C.

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Epiphany

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Jeff Gaines

Epiphany

There was a place.
There was a time …
There, I stood … still unknowing
and everything seemed fine.

But there in that place …
at that moment in time …
the moment I saw the eyes,
I'd never believed I'd find.

Well, what could I say?
What could I do?
In a world filled with billions …
and there … was a you.

I'd always known you were out there …
even written of something amiss.
I never, ever stopped looking for you …
because my heart always said that you exist.

My breezy Fall became harshest Winter.
My crazy life left my health running out.
I'd resigned myself that our moment had passed …
but this moment … it removed all doubt.

Well, what could I say?
Tell me, what could I do?
There we stood, staring … alone … in a city of millions …
yes, there … there was a you.

Oh, that mistress fate, she is just so cruel.
Frustration, a curse to be mine.
I'd searched for you my entire life …
but now … my clock … knows a limit of time.

You see, I would never venture a love with you,
while knowing I'd have to leave you … hurt and alone.
I could only admire from afar … stoic and aloof …
while turning my heart into stone.

Nothing I could ever say and nothing I could ever do …
But now, at long last … at least I finally knew.

There, you stood … green seas, gazing up … into skies of blue.
My long-awaited revelation … become sorrow-laced realization.
There really is … a you.

Imagine that, for most of your adult life, you have had this sense ... this feeling that there is someone out there that you are supposed to find. Someone you are supposed to connect with. You even write about it and have no clue what made you write these things.

You don't know why ... you don't know who ... and you surely don't know when. All you do know is that it has never left your psyche and that it has always carried this strange sense of urgency.

Now ... after 2 decades, you begin to think that you were just being silly and give up on the whole idea and laugh at yourself.
Then ... just as you have accepted that ...

YOU FIND HER.

It hits you like a ton of bricks ... you realize that the person standing before you, looking right into your eyes is THAT person!

And you realize that you are not only too far apart in age, but you also have to deal with the fact that you are terminally sick as well. Now you ponder if it was EVER supposed to be a romantic thing or that things are just ****** up askew in this timeline ... or perhaps ... it was to fulfill or realize something else in the timeline ...

Now ... ask yourself ... What would you do?

This writing became the basis for my experimental short story entitled:

"Somewhere ... Out There".

I launched it here at HP and could NOT believe the response ...
Everyone LOVED it and it got (at this writing) over 2500 views!
So humbled, SO honored by everyone's love.
Find it here:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2396540/thee-longest-piece-ever-uploaded-on-hello-poetry-as-far-as-i-know-i-doubt-youll-read-it-through/

#search #reincarnation #lost #found

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Two Roads Ahead

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Jackie Mead

Two Roads Ahead

Two roads lie ahead but how do I choose
How do i decide which road to take and which one to lose

Road One is bumpy and full of twist and turns
Making the journey one of adventure, never quite knowing your fate

Road Two is straight ahead, you can see from A to B
Nothing particularly unusual or out of the ordinary

I could choose Road Two with nothing to lose and yet nothing to be gained
Maybe always wondering will life always be the same
With nothing to aspire to or dreams to acheive
Stay upon this steady road, deciding never to leave

It seems a shame to me, to live your life this way
Never challenging your talents or feeling any pain
Never knowing even the smallest of change

Road One of course is more treacherous more to lose and gain, opens you to challenges, encourages you to accept and feel the pain.
Road One lets you know that there is more to life than steady 1,2,3, Road One means your living life and that seems a good thing to me

As spotted by Diya, this was indeed inspired by Roads Not Taken, Robert Frost

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Painted Words

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Brianna Love -aka Stormy Angel

Painted Words

If I could but paint
in the Beauty of a painters hand,
I’d paint over all my fears
in Colors so grand.

If I could but make
that Looming Shadow disappear,
cast It away
I’d have no more Sad tears.

If I could but show you
this soul of Love,
you would surely be enchanted
by the beauty of Truelove.

If you could but feel
the depth of the Love in my heart,
you would be able to maneuver
through every star chart.

If you could but see
the pain that Shadow brings
you wouldn’t Open the door to it
you wouldn’t Hear it’s ring.

If I could but give
with truly no Fear,
every Song of my heart
would be Heard, ever so clear.

So I’ll continue to paint words
in the Stillness of serenity,
until every color of my Soul
is Seen throughout eternity.
~

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Steadfast Suffering

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Jack Jenkins

Steadfast Suffering

Inhale the silence and savor the cold air
Another day conquered but still in despair
Skin painted in hues of blue
Love is gone and I am too
Lost in cavernous thoughts

The tears won't heal the scars
That bar my heart from having trust

#depression #despair #lost #alone #hurt #pain #jack #jenkins #poem #poetry

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Silent prayer

Mar 2018 Miss Me

Brianna Love -aka Stormy Angel

Silent prayer

Tears fell
all night long
she hasn’t slept a wink
the moon
he tried to call to her
but her mind can’t be reached.
She walked
in the cold night air
hoping for relief
the hurt
is so deep inside
like a form of grief.
Tears
froze on her cheeks
but never felt the sting
for the cold made her numb
as she listened to the wind sing.
She said a silent prayer
to the stars up above,
she prayed for her heart
to understand
and to always
be open with love.

Love, like poetry never really dies
words can become blurred,
verses left undone, just as a heart
can break, because of its own love.
~

This was written after talking to someone who was going through a hard time, emotions that at times I can relate to also.

Feb 2018 Miss Me

Filters

Feb 2018 Miss Me

Sadly Kida

Filters

There was a time
where she smiled
for no reason

When dandelions
tickled her silly
and clouds
reminded her of marshmallow
fluff

When rain would drip down
in a waterfall of color
And she would itch
to taste
Its bitterness
To feel its depth of
icy kisses
To see it
fall like sullen
tears
and hear it sing sweet lullabies

All of her senses
seemed to melt
like candle wax

And when home became
a featherless memory
she would dream of
crisp ironed sheets,
creaky floorboards
and baked ******
bread

She was once jovial
Free
to roam
the invisible world
that thrived in forests
and oceans

That saccharine
saltiness
that rolled off her tongue
to whisper
now decomposed
wishes of
tomorrow