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harlon rivers Sep 2017
There is no light to shine a well-trodden pathway
nor map to guide the course the dream revealed
Sans a way back to a place where the ache subsided,
carelessly naive embracing a restless peace, believing
the indelible traces of unconditional love might fade ―
These embedded roots of hurt will never abandon,
      the hollow void too deep to fill they grasp  

As a child of spring, I never knew what love was;
irrationally rationalizing nothing's missing in emptiness
In the awakening dawn of life's summer breeze
      I would surely fix it if I could,
just another passing season’s change,
alone was just autumn's aging state
      of unforgiving sensibilities

I always spoke of love so ignorantly:
      "You can't lose what you never had !"

Accepting the inevitableness of our inherent
long-suffering aloneness, you should just go and love yourself
                             or just let it be ―
Yet it's no coincidence I sensed  the voice of my soul silently echo:  
      "I don't want to be lonely anymore"

Certain in an imminent impending   moment,
I’d let go the love sleeping deep within
I'd feel its wings of hope fly free,
      and in the aftermath I'd finally understand ...

       "I can't change who I am" ,.. I thought
"a gift of unconditional love given
       is the only love we receive"


No matter how hard you try to hold
      love’s holly water in dripping cup of heart,
its unpaintable essence cannot be a held refrain,
as if it were a coveted comfort you never want to leave

And, like your eyes reach out to receive the sunrise,
I touched love from a distance only dreaming it touched me ―
embodying an impossible journey to reach beyond
      the touch of my own fingertips

Outstretching for a labyrinth to a light I'd never known or seen
  ... the dawning sunshine of your love only paling
      as if it were yesterday's sunset drown at sea

The beheld beauty of a moonlit memoir,
only seeing stars painted tangibility
Overcome by the ubiquitous sense for aught I know,
      the silent became unendable ...

Unrequited love's lingering shadow cast,
befallen of a broken dream's withering memory,
the natural beauty of a long awaited treasure up in smoke,
      burnt ashes blowin' in the wind


      harlon rivers ... September 17, 2017


                        *To ever breathe any sense of peace,
                             right now is the needed time
                                    to set the past free
So many unsent letters ... so much unrequited poetry
You were the only one who ever knew
the imperfections metastasizing within me

If you ever find this, please know I have no regrets...
our destiny continues to unfold just as it is intended ―
perhaps it was just bad timing ― that's all (?)!
We never know/knew which goodbye is/was the last ... be at peace

"It was only water"  ― https://youtu.be/QOPYttES8KQ

"Everyone I know... goes away... in the end"
lyric from a song titled: "Hurt" Johnny Cash...
Adron E Dozat Oct 2014
Once you touched me.
I still feel it softly.
In my memory,
This touch on the arm;
Was it just casual?
I’ll always wonder.
It almost spoke out,
As if to say, “Hi,
I see you,” and more,
And I hoped it said
You sort of liked me.
But that touch spoke
No language I knew;
No true translation
Exist for its word.
Though its voice is gone
And made mute by time
I can’t forgot that touch,
And I am longing
For you to touch me.


Adron

(C) 2009 Adron Dozat
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Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced
with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting
and the most intense beauty can only be seen in
the presence of both light and shadows.
For it’s often in the loss of a thing
that its worth to us becomes
most precious and by
letting it go with
grace we can
best savor
its purest
delights.
Realizing
that the pain
runs so deep only
because the beauty ran
so deep and that without
it having once touched us we
wouldn't now know the emptiness
of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to
thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and
we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.
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Freddie Ruiz May 29
My dearest Gianni,
I would never had imagined this feeling could be so deep.
You don’t know this, but I love writing poetry,
this is how I let out my each and every feeling.
I don’t even know what I’ll say about it,
all I know is that every word I’m about to write is coming from within.
I just hope one day you’ll get to read this,
‘cause it’s when I experienced love at its purest.

You came into this world on February 17, 2004;
by coincidence, the same day I came to visit unannounced.
As soon as I found out about you I went to see you
and when I saw you in your mom's arms my heart melted to the ground.
I still remember your mom's face when she saw me.
It had been 3 years since we had seen and talked to each other.
I quickly held you in my arms and put my finger between your tiny hands.
You’ll never remember that day, but I’ll never forget what that day did to me.
On that day you changed many lives, including mine
and I’m so glad that I made it just in time.
For the world you may be just another child,
but for me, you're a very special one.
You should know that this world we live in, sadly is difficult to deal with.
As you grow older, you’ll understand what I’m saying.
Dreams will come true and dreams will get broken.
You will experience life and all its wonders.
You will learn a lot, both good and bad things,
but if you choose well, you'll see that life is a beautiful thing.

PS, you have given me so much
in the short time you’ve been with us.
I am thankful to Jehovah for you
and I will always be here for you.
Written on February 27, 2004
Composition number: 174
I can't stand the sight of you
Your smile splitting in every bend
Sitting here with her arms shaking
After she's told me from beginning to end

I know what you have done before
To the small garden under the setting sun
With only just a few seasons more
Till your hands have already begun

And many would walk through with care
Or some without even much to give
As you gave such a sickening stare
At the stems that still have much to live

With warm pedals as certain as summer
Frozen and silent from the winter in you
You were finally alone in the lovely garden
So you did what no father should ever do

And like a strong shake of the devil's hand
You've placed my mind beyond the fire
A false heart under my knifes plan
Your punishment is what I sadly desire

But her garden more beautiful than ever
Her hand touching mine with ease
You're so lucky she forgives you now
Without making you beg on your knees
Evelyn Genao May 14
"It's okay."

I can still feel it.
The way your lips touched mine.
Without meaning.
Without feelings.
I missed them.
Your kisses.
Your attention.

My heart.

I saw it.
The way your eyes drifted to others.
Never straying to mine.
Never filled with the same spark.
Always dull.
Lifeless.
Loveless.

It hurts.

You would say it.
Those three words.
Not to me.
Never to me.
To the others.
They always got your love.
I got your hate.
Your anger.
Always.

You don’t have to love me.”

You gave me orders.
Never to be near you.
Never to hold hands.
Not in public.
We did not know each other.
They would get the wrong idea.
“We are cousins,” You would say.
You were embarrassed.
To be seen.
With me.

I can’t.

I was your puppet.
You pulled the strings.
And I obeyed your commands.
You never loved.
Not me.
Never me.
I was your toy.
Something you could throw away.

Take it.

It’s all a game.
Of feelings.
Of pain.
Of love.
Of hate.
You are the king.
I’m your ****.
Just a piece on your board.

I’m done.

I loved you.
More than anything.
I let you use me.
Hurt me.
If I got to be with you.
Nothing else mattered.
You didn’t feel the same.

No one ever does.”
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harlon rivers Mar 2017
A sound was heard at my
garden door
A feathered smudge found upon it

There she lay in frightened
trembling dismay
   A giant knelt ...
yet still towering above her

He reached out and touched
her pounding heart
Then cupped her warmth
in his hand

She stayed awhile until
she could smile
At the kindly human mystery

This love they shared
is uncommonly rare
She knew she could be freed

Before she flew
she whispered a song she knew
into the gentle giant’s  beard :

“I cannot make you happy
You're a wounded Bird like me ―
be Free...
you must find the strength to Fly”…

"A Bird in your hand
  is worth two in the bush ―

   Come fly away with me"...



March 2012 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
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Thank you so much for the special feature this simple heartfelt poem has been allowed.  It is based on actual events that happen often where habitat
meets civilization.  As humans we can mitigate this footprint left behind by lifting the weight of caring with actions that speck louder than words. Who among us has not needed a helping hand when we are struggling with the unexpected?  Moments we must find the strength to carry on with a little help from our friends?

   Find the strength to fly ―

Written March 1st, 2012
reposted from my original account
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cat marie Aug 26
i always find you in the strangest places.
i find you in song lyrics, dog toys, and timber old spice.
i find you in chicken flavored ramen noodles, every shade of blue and purple, and horror movies.
i find you in rainbow coloring books, permanent markers, and colored pencils.
i find you in the grass at memorial park, folded slips of paper in my back pocket, and gourmet lollipops.
i find you in hot fudge sundaes, too-big tshirts, and icp snapbacks.
i find you in chik-fil-a receipts, gumball machines, and arcade games.
i find you in white roses, blue ribbons, animal crackers, and sour gummy worms.
i always find you in the strangest places.
but these strange places are everywhere.
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