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Paradox of Love

13 Monday Oct 2014

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Love, Poetry, Sorrow

There is a paradox
Of me believing you
When you said
That you loved me

And me believing
That I can’t be loved

Maybe you love
That parts
That you see
And not the whole me

I’ve seen those parts
And they can’t be loved

I Miss You With More Than Just My Heart

11 Saturday Oct 2014

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Love, Poetry

I miss you
With more
Than just
My heart

I miss you
With my fingers
That aches
To caress you

I miss you
With my arms
That aches
To hold you

I miss you
With my lips
That aches
To kiss you

I miss you
With my everything
That aches
To be with you

And yes
With my heart
That aches
Without you

I Remember Too Clearly

04 Saturday Oct 2014

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Anger, memories, Poetry, Sorrow

I remember
All too clearly
All the things you did

I try
To let it go
To simply walk away

But then
Just like that
It all comes crashing back

I remember
All too clearly
All the things you did

I want
To let it go
To leave it in the past

But then
I close my eyes
And I see it all again

I remember
All too clearly
All the things you did

I need
To let it be done
To let it all just wash away

But then
I remember
Everything single thing you did

Walking Away

04 Saturday Oct 2014

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Poetry

If I didn’t look back
You need to know
It wasn’t because
Every part of me
Wasn’t screaming to

It was because
If I didn’t
I’d never have
The strength
To keep walking

And walking away
Is the only way
That I know of
To stop
Hurting you

Walking Through the Garden of the Forgotten

02 Thursday Oct 2014

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Death, Poetry

Sometimes
I walk through cemeteries
Looking at headstones
Wondering how many people
Have forgotten
That person ever lived

Then I wonder
If someday
Someone will walk past
My headstone
And wonder how many people
Have forgotten I ever lived at all

I feel in some sick way
I’ll be more connected
To that person
Walking through
The Garden of the Forgotten
Than with most during my life

There Are Some Things the Rain Can’t Wash Away

24 Wednesday Sep 2014

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angry, dark, Death, memories, Poetry

There are just some things
That the rain can’t wash away
Not sins and not memories
History just can’t be undone

I still hop the train once in a while
And walk that sidewalk downtown
Sometimes I imagine
The bloodstains are still there

But of course they aren’t
The rain has washed them away
Far better than time has done
At washing away the memories

How quickly things changed
That sunny summer day
How much some things
Just seem to stay the same

I still love to stand out in the rain
With my face tilted to the sky
Hoping that there are things inside
That the rain can finally wash away

Some Scars Have Names

22 Monday Sep 2014

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dark, memories, Poetry, scars

As a child
Some of my scars
Had names
I held onto them
To the point
Of self destruction

Some of those names
I held onto
Until I was an adult
When I went back
And remind those names
Of the things they did

There were times
That I left scars
On those
That scarred me
Call me a monster
But it felt good

Dark Passages

21 Sunday Sep 2014

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dark, Poetry, survive

Sometimes
We have to turn off
What ever light
We have inside
To survive
The dark passages
That we sometimes
Have to travel
And we must do it
Alone

I’ve been through
Those darkest paths
Shut off
From the rest
Of the world
And become
The dark thing
I needed to be
To get through
To the other side

But that’s the problem
Isn’t it
Once you’ve let it in
The darkness
Never quite
Goes away
It clings to you
Inside of you
Becomes part
Of who you are

So if that’s the choice
The only one
Light
But dead
Or dark
And survive
Then it isn’t a choice
Not for those of us
That only know
How to survive

Walking Away

19 Friday Sep 2014

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hope, Loss, Love, Poetry

I’ve always had the strength
I need to walk away
I just never wanted to use it
Always thinking
That we will find our way

I’m not ready just yet
To look for the exit
I need you in my heart
The good of you
Still far outweighs any bad

But I’m scared
That when I decide
I can take no more
And I am ready
That the strength will be gone

Locked

19 Friday Sep 2014

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ghosts, Poetry

Doors
And windows locked
But still they came
They never even knocked
The ghosts were angry
Tired of this little game
And now we were trapped
Inside this house
With ghosts
That knew my name
It wouldn’t help
To scream and shout
Nor try to find
Some way out
We should have left the doors
Unlocked

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