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--Cell Mate--
if I ask
do you think I'm pretty?
you say, of course
of course, dear, you're beautiful
and you act
so surprised
that I could even think it
that I could ever wonder
but I know --
I know that you're lying.
you're lying to me.
you think I'm ugly
and mean
and stupid
and you wish hard
that you could escape.
but you're just a prisoner
just like me
and we always
brush against each other in the hall
and shrink away
because there's nothing we can do
there's nothing but
being lonely
and being stuck
either of us thinking about
how the other's so ugly
if I ask
do you think I'm pretty?
you say, of course
of course, dear, you're beautiful
and you act
so surprised
that I could even think it
that I could ever wonder
but I know --
I know that you're lying.
you're lying to me.
you think I'm ugly
and mean
and stupid
and you wish hard
that you could escape.
but you're just a prisoner
just like me
and we always
brush against each other in the hall
and shrink away
because there's nothing we can do
there's nothing but
being lonely
and being stuck
either of us thinking about
how the other's so ugly
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Yep. Lengthy. Wordsy. Completely average and unexceptional. I love it.I'm so done. Does anyone else get stupid at 4 in the morning? :)
Under the blanket.
Under the blanket, I lie in wait alone
I'm reaching out for a new friend
It's a blanket of time
I've watched it pass by
My spirit was broken, but sure to mend
I believe angels are with those pure at soul
moving about at light speed, to leave everlasting glow.
Perhaps in the form of a new friend
An uplifting second wind
Precious pure as gold
Angels come and go
Sheppard's lead the blind
True friends, True love
Prove hard to find
Send me a sign
I'm reaching out for a new friend
It's a blanket of time
I've watched it pass by
My spirit was broken, but sure to mend
I believe angels are with those pure at soul
moving about at light speed, to leave everlasting glow.
Perhaps in the form of a new friend
An uplifting second wind
Precious pure as gold
Angels come and go
Sheppard's lead the blind
True friends, True love
Prove hard to find
Send me a sign
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Posted: May 2010
Post CommentIn the style of Ladybee42: As Darkness Closes In.
His hand trembles as he reaches out,
Hair all thin and wiry about his head like a macabre halo,
Yellowed teeth, sparse and crooked,
What will he do, where will he be, when the sun goes away?
I can't save him, no one on earth could,
His shabby clothes, no more than rags, hang about him in tatters,
The shoes are worn, with tape in places,
How can such an existence come to be? How does it continue?
The sadness in his faded eyes is profound,
The lines in his face, the spots, the scars, the lumps and bruises,
The limping walk as he shambles along,
A life in ruins, a soul so lost, a shattered existence, hopelessness...
Hair all thin and wiry about his head like a macabre halo,
Yellowed teeth, sparse and crooked,
What will he do, where will he be, when the sun goes away?
I can't save him, no one on earth could,
His shabby clothes, no more than rags, hang about him in tatters,
The shoes are worn, with tape in places,
How can such an existence come to be? How does it continue?
The sadness in his faded eyes is profound,
The lines in his face, the spots, the scars, the lumps and bruises,
The limping walk as he shambles along,
A life in ruins, a soul so lost, a shattered existence, hopelessness...
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Posted: May 2010
Post Commenta sunshine ray
a sunshine ray
wait
a sunshine ray, among the flowers
announce a new day, a hope for tomorrow
now, on my back way, a sunshine ray,
a fantastic idea comes from you,
my little flower......blooming in me
in my heart.
wait
a sunshine ray, among the flowers
announce a new day, a hope for tomorrow
now, on my back way, a sunshine ray,
a fantastic idea comes from you,
my little flower......blooming in me
in my heart.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
please do not shoot me, your's forever anblu45LONELY MOMENTS
Lonely people in a crowded room
Dance shadows on the wall
People trying to connect
At local town dance hall
Spin spin world makes me giddy
Though i am sober as can be
I only see shadow people
And no shadows comfort me
Only the music dims the pain
as you look for someone to smile
And the night is long
But it lasts for just a while
Such are the ways
Such were the days
Of the lonely ones
In the crowd
Dance shadows on the wall
People trying to connect
At local town dance hall
Spin spin world makes me giddy
Though i am sober as can be
I only see shadow people
And no shadows comfort me
Only the music dims the pain
as you look for someone to smile
And the night is long
But it lasts for just a while
Such are the ways
Such were the days
Of the lonely ones
In the crowd
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Posted: Jul 2010
Post Comment
To Heather. the last lines of previous.
This extravqagance we'll enjoy awhile,
for short grows each passing mile,
more potent are the days gone by,
more precious the speeding hour that flies.
Sadly, now there will be little green
upon the harshness of the winter's scene.
So, in solemn fraility, I'll then reside
by the desolate dying fireside;
but; before the web of life has spun
and before the haloed journey past the sun,
and before the passing of the night,
again my vision will with passion ignite
the glowing embers, and once again caress
the remembered pain of too little happiness.
for short grows each passing mile,
more potent are the days gone by,
more precious the speeding hour that flies.
Sadly, now there will be little green
upon the harshness of the winter's scene.
So, in solemn fraility, I'll then reside
by the desolate dying fireside;
but; before the web of life has spun
and before the haloed journey past the sun,
and before the passing of the night,
again my vision will with passion ignite
the glowing embers, and once again caress
the remembered pain of too little happiness.
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
This is the completed part of the Poem to Heather, over these long years, there shines a radiant star admidst heaven's celestrial chain.
Homesick
The warm southwesterly I send to you,
Its warm moist air it gives hill hue,
It crosses Ireland with all its grace,
It flows over hills with clouds of lace.
You welcome it with it's warm sweet air,
It has the power to lift despair,
With its warmth it brings a smile,
As it passes over field and stile.
I think of you as it passes me by,
Sometimes a tear sometimes a sigh,
I know as it tugs and pulls at my hair,
I know what touches me here may touch you there.
You send me the northeasterly in return,
It makes my nose and ears all burn,
It's cold blast I welcome not,
I'm over here or have you forgot.
Forgot this man that once you knew,
This mere man that remembers you,
I lie to think I'm the humble kind,
But does my memory ever cross your mind.
Its warm moist air it gives hill hue,
It crosses Ireland with all its grace,
It flows over hills with clouds of lace.
You welcome it with it's warm sweet air,
It has the power to lift despair,
With its warmth it brings a smile,
As it passes over field and stile.
I think of you as it passes me by,
Sometimes a tear sometimes a sigh,
I know as it tugs and pulls at my hair,
I know what touches me here may touch you there.
You send me the northeasterly in return,
It makes my nose and ears all burn,
It's cold blast I welcome not,
I'm over here or have you forgot.
Forgot this man that once you knew,
This mere man that remembers you,
I lie to think I'm the humble kind,
But does my memory ever cross your mind.
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
A wee homesick moment and feeling alone.
Depressed!
Once bouyant and alive, now deep down, down! A sad state derived, you feel mentally bound. Life was a utopia, now ha! no appeal. It's like a coma; alive without life's feel! Now the dead laughs; the grave now surreal. Their troubles now passed, you a derelict being! Everything thrown at you, yes, all at once. Up-moments are few, alive without the substance. Lashing-out gives little relief; tantrums escalates the depressed! Depression the emotional thief, it leave you upset. People things and places, all play a part; often neither leaves traces, treatment, where to start? Depression oh! it hurts; a soul in torment. A head ready to burst, depression is hell-bent!
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
i am ok! but i have had my bout. many continue to be in this state continually.
online today!Ghetto Drama
The shots rang out on a dark dreary night
Blood oozing out a body lying in the street
Tires screeching from a black and white
Voice on bullhorn booming off concrete
Sirens wails and a flashing blue light
Dark figuers run away beating a retreat
Crowd gathering more queens of the night
Yellow tape strung around lampposts meet
Cordened off area of another crime sight
Outlining a body drawn in chalk so neat
Large flock of pidgeons suddenly take flight
No preacher needed giving anyone last rites
Another young life wasted in a gang fight
Blood oozing out a body lying in the street
Tires screeching from a black and white
Voice on bullhorn booming off concrete
Sirens wails and a flashing blue light
Dark figuers run away beating a retreat
Crowd gathering more queens of the night
Yellow tape strung around lampposts meet
Cordened off area of another crime sight
Outlining a body drawn in chalk so neat
Large flock of pidgeons suddenly take flight
No preacher needed giving anyone last rites
Another young life wasted in a gang fight
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
When will all the crazy violence end???
Stained Soul
closed eyes sun shines
bulging vaines migraine
splatterss on a wall
cats meow dog barking
living in a stairwell
creating spaces
to much pain
washing it down the drain
turning red paint on the wall
dripping in a river far below
opening eyes sun goes down
carpet is stained
never to be the same
bulging vaines migraine
splatterss on a wall
cats meow dog barking
living in a stairwell
creating spaces
to much pain
washing it down the drain
turning red paint on the wall
dripping in a river far below
opening eyes sun goes down
carpet is stained
never to be the same
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Posted: Oct 2011
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