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 Feb 2019 Mary
John Michael Biely
I found a book of poems
in a beautiful heart wood chest
And written across its sturdy lid
Was the word "hope", like sunday best

Upon this book of poems
Lay a velvatine writting pen
And vials of ink from distilled life
For writing letters to her friend

When I went to read her words
 I discovered the lock on it
The key she gave that opened her room
Was never the key that would fit

So I put her poems back
I was nothing more than a guest
And with the blood that ran from my eyes
Next to "hope", I wrote the word "less".
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Pretty Good
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
You ask how I’m doing
I'm sad
You care
We want each other to be happy
Not sad
If I tell you I’m sad
You'll feel sad
Because of me...
You ask how I’m doing...
Pretty good
You?
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Edit
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Which version did you see
Was it improved
Did you see both
Could you notice a change

Should have just picked Draft
Wait 24 hours
Then Publish
Hmm, maybe a mistake

****
I’ll change it back
No
This is good

Perfections not possible
Different for each person
For each moment
Go with the gut

Wait
This would be better
Edit
****

Step away from the poem
 Feb 2019 Mary
eileen
graveyard talk
 Feb 2019 Mary
eileen
I'm a dead man
sleeping
there's no talking
in the cemetery
no one brings me flowers
I can't feel the rain
even if it's for hours
my loved ones all hate me
I look forward to the day of the dead
just to talk with death
I'm a dead man
weeping
there's no excitement
I can't feel the thunder
my bones are dust
fake flowers
are the worst
I want the real ones
 Feb 2019 Mary
caroline
and now i pledge
my undying allegiance
my never-ending fidelity
to the noble cause of
never moving your head off my shoulder
(no matter how many times my arm falls asleep)
 Feb 2019 Mary
Joliver
Okay
 Feb 2019 Mary
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say life is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Majestic Old Oak
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
Stripped
Grizzled
Bark worn
Root rotted
Limbs sagged
Infested
Unsafe
Once a dream home
Once a beacon
Once a symbol
Of strength
Of potential
Of freedom
To climb out of an earthly condition
Now home to snakes
For greed
For fire
To burn for the few
American tinder
Patriotism sold.
 Feb 2019 Mary
MJL
It didn’t turn out like she wanted
Like she expected
She gave her life to him
To make him happy
To make him better
He cheated on her
He gave her little back
But sadness
She had hope until it was too late
She woke up old
Common
In pain
Wanting to die to gain relief
From lost youth
From lost dreams
From time’s lament
Another life
Missed beyond measure


© 2019 MJL
For Grandmother.

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