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Cruelty of Time


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Timing is perfect,

Or perfectly awful.

The only thing I

Can count on is

For shit to

Go wrong.

 

Why? Why, I ask,

Does my fate have

The uncanny ability

To treat me like

An abusive lover.

Timing is a

Cruel joke,

Made to make

One sweat out life.

 

And, for what?

The glorious feeling

Of stress and despair?

What is the point?

Devilish laughter

Comes from

Father Time.

Fate colludes with

Him gladly.

The suffering

Of the peons

Pleases them

Greatly.

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I am paralyzed

You are no

Longer with me.

I can no

Longer breathe.

My soul

And my future

Wrapped up

In your delicious,

Warm, strong arms

Is now crushed

Under the weight

Of what never was.

I can no

Longer fathom

A world with color.

I will never

Again be whole.

It was always

You.

Now it

Isn’t.

And I am alone,

Dark, longing,

Hating that I

Ever allowed

Myself to be

Sucked into

Your web of lies.

Knowing you

So well,

You would think

I would have

Known the truth.

I did,

I just

Turned my

Back on it.

I am drowning.

I am overcome.

I am without ME.

I am without YOU.

I am without LIFE.

The Blanket of Depression


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Drowning in a black hole,

Darkness that never ends.

Hopelessness at the end

Of a tethered, frayed rope.

Choking on an unknown lump,

Without any relief,

Everything is colorless,

A rope around my ankles

With an enormous rock attached.

Sleep is the only avoidance,

Helpless like a scared child,

Frightened of yourself,

Feeling worthless.

Crushing sadness for no reason,

Reaching out,

And there is no one.

Feeling controlled

By an abusive lover,

Monotony, sitting and staring.

Train in a dark tunnel

Coming at you.

The demon taunts.

Soulmates


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Our love is so solid,

I can’t seem to understand

My blessed fortune.

So much loyalty,

Unconditional love,

And connection

That is beyond beautiful.

A richer life,

Now that he’s in it,

I wonder if angels above

Sent you to me

Like a gift from the heavens.

Changing of Seasons


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Leaves falling

in a shivering rush

sound like rain.

Swirls of oranges and reds

in a flurry like a sunrise

as the trees begin to lose

summer’s shawl.

Soon there will be

a crisp chill in the air

and crystalline snow

will blanket the ground.

Ornamental


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Ornamentally ornate,

Embellishment of the elaborate rhetoric.

Florid style of grace and colors,

Mystic orphism.

And orphan drug,

Treating a rare disease.

Oromo, Cushitic language,

Complex and exotic in its use.

 

Ecclesiastical orphrey,

Rich with colorful embroidery.

Ornamentation of graceful words,

Brilliant plumage,

Excessively decorated.

Of a Feather, But a Flock Apart


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Fingertips tremble on frosted glass,

It’s warm inside, yet she is frozen.

Breath fogs her view,

She breathes in the scent of the merriment.

Laughing, talking, drinking, how have you been?

She is the outsider looking in.

She is of a feather,

But a flock apart from the rest.

The large tavern window is an impenetrable barrier,

A single hot tear rolls down her cold cheek.

Yearning spilling from her eyes,

Begging to belong.

Jealous of their happiness.

She is the same as others,

Yet invisible.

She shivers in the winter evening,

Alone.

Reluctantly, turning away from the window.

Shoulders drooped, she shuffles off into the night.

Wrapping her arms about herself

For warmth, craving comfort.

Her uneven breath leaves a trail behind her.

A mere ghost in the darkness.

Unnoticed; solitary.

She is of a feather,

But a flock apart from the rest.


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The stars are barely visible.

I go through the motions

Of starting a new day.

I wave and smile,

Shivering in the still dark morning.

Every house has a paper

On their doorstep.

Others wear thick, warm, woolen sweaters.

Silence permeates the air

As tension would.

Hand in hand,

This thing has no end,

No name.

Dawn awakens the sleepy earth,

I am standing in awe.

No real thoughts in my head,

No expectation, no desire.

Unexpected


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It was the turn of the youngest prince,

To open a box of shells,

Inlaid with jewels aplenty.

He did lose hope,

But was utterly confounded.

He cracked the filbert,

And it presented him with a cherry stone.

 

Two princes in want of a crown,

One king not wanting to part with his power.

Taking leave of their father,

Two princes set out to prove their obedience.

Where their journeys may take them

Is uncertain.

Whoever returns first,

Obtains the crown.

The second prince was

As sure of obtaining the crown,

As his brother had done.

Opening an elegant box inlaid with jewels,

He perceived his piece of cambric.

He was now confounded,

Muttering his displeasure

At the white cat.

The cat returned his displeasure

With a scratch.

Need for Solitude


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Beyond all

of the noise of life,

The wish to be alone.

I give looks to my loved ones,

Like the “Grumpy Cat.”

I want my space; go away.

I don’t want to hear

Mindless babble about

How you spent your day.

My fleece blankets,

Soft like the fluffiest of bunnies.

They become my sanctuary,

Peace and rest.

It’s my space,

You will move things.

Get the fuck out

And leave me be.

 

Aloneness is what I crave,

What I need.

Recharge, regroup, refresh, rebuild.

No words, just mindless yammering

Of the TV that I really don’t want to listen to.

 

Snuggling deeper with my favorite monkey,

I’m have no cares in the world.

Beyond all of this,

The wish to be alone.

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