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Your one and only

The suns last beams drizzle across the sky.
The summer wind passes you by.
Calm and centered you gaze on into the sunset
And take in this memory you won’t forget.

Times are better when you share with another.
You know in your darkest times you have each other.
The way he looks at you gives you butterflies.
You’re a captive audience to the love in his eyes.

So on that summer day that you are together,
You know now that this can really be forever.
This spellbinding magic is one of true beauty.
You’ve found your true love; your one and only.

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Loveaholics Anonymous

Drinking from the bottle that is you

Ive been wasted in your love.

Tell me darling what am I supposed to do?

To push you down and rise above

 

Loving you was heroin. loving you was ecstasy.

Baby I’m an addict. I need the rush you give to me.

Getting high off the thought of your memory.

Just one touch and you fill me with energy.

 

Building up the idea of you

I spent my days and all my nights.

I just needed to hear you wanted me too

But your statue took a fall.

 

The pain, the high, the overdose

Your love had me in its control

So I kept on going and now I’m close

To having your love take its final toll.

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Meet and Greet: 10/8/16

Dream Big, Dream Often

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It’s the Meet and Greet weekend everyone!!    

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags.
  4. Feel free to leave your link multiple times!  It is okay to update your link for more exposure every day if you want.  It is up to you!

  5. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new blogs to follow.

See ya on Monday!!

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Papa

Papa, it’s funny how I can’t remember sunny days.

Oh you’ve been so long set in your ways.

Oh papa, I can’t bear to see your face

After all of your disgrace.

 

Papa, don’t you know how to treat a woman?

I can no longer see you as human.

My mama weeps till she can’t breathe.

Those sounds they make my blood seethe.

 

Papa, how can you look us in the eye?

After you’ve drained us all dry.

Oh papa, what more could you possibly want?

You’ve already got our carcasses to flaunt.

 

But papa, it’s time for me to take a stand.

You died for me the moment you raised that hand.

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Worth

What am I worth to you?

Do you measure me in pennies or in gold?

Am I precious? Am I rare? Or am I only worth a toss?

If I were to leave you would it be a gain or a loss?

 

Or maybe you measure me in smiles and laughs,

The way I slave to lift you up.

Maybe it’s how many good memories I can provide you.

But when it turns bad would you not want me beside you?

 

Perhaps you measure me by the hand of the clock

Which I do race against to see you by every hour.

All the nights I sell away to sing you sweet lullabies

Perchance I was to leave, would your hourglass continue to flow?

 

But the tragedy of the situation remains

That I will always look to you and all the other yous

To determine what my worth is

Because these eyes don’t see it.

Posted in Inside My Head

Old Friends, New Feelings

Isn’t it great when you see an old buddy after years of no contact? But along with the excitement for the meeting comes uncertainty, nervousness, fear… I could go on but the list would never end. After all time has passed and people change. I know i’ve changed. Would they have changed too. Maybe they didn’t but you just never noticed some things about them. How well do you really know someone when you’re young? You play with them and they play with you and the system just works. In rare cases do kids sit and talk about the meaning of life and discuss the bigger questions. After all, if its not broken why try to fix it.

It’s quite an experience to be seated across from an old friend and see the far off look in their eyes. The distance that you finally overcame is only on the physical plane. Time takes its toll and with distance and time you become miles apart in the mind and the heart. It’s sad but true. Now so many things come into play when relationships are formed or broken. Ideologies, beliefs, opinions, likes, dislikes all drive wedges between the former kids who used to play so carelessly on the playground. All kids grow up and leave the playground eventually.

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Meet and Greet: 8/6/16

Dream Big, Dream Often

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It’s the Meet and Greet weekend!!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags.
  4. Feel free to leave your link multiple times!  It is okay to update your link for more exposure every day if you want.  It is up to you!

  5. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new blogs to follow.

Now that all the rules have been clearly explained get out there and Meet and Greet your tails off!

See ya on Monday!!

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Innocence Lost

Strangers to innocence

Friends of sin

Where did we go wrong?

Where did this begin?

 

Purity fouled by worldly invasion

These bright souls stood no chance

One by one they fell

Victims of circumstance

 

No person spared in the mad dash

To gain that dirty power

Sell your heart and humanity

For in that quest your soul it shall devour

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Rain Clouds

Streets wet with the tears of the earth

Formed from the human sadness drifting in the wind

The little boy sat watching by his window transfixed

At the dark grey clouds in the sky above.

 

It was too dangerous to go out to play

Lest he get struck by lightning

But it was all the same under this warm roof

For he wasn’t safe even in here

 

The little boy cried and the rainfall grew rampant

He longed to get away

Then appeared next to him an older boy

Someone so familiar

 

Said the older boy to the little one

We are one and the same

And then he uttered three magic words

It gets better.

 

And he disappeared

Posted in Inside My Head

Writer’s Block

So I know i said I  was going to come back at the end of last month but since then i’ve been struggling with every writer’s worst enemy – writers block. I just have so much I want to do but the fountain of ideas is running dry these days. I’ve been really wanting to start a novel and do some short story work while keeping my poetry writing consistent too. However, i’ve had no luck at any of those in recent days. I finally got a little inspiration to do something creepy after seeing the first look of Pennywise the Clown from the new IT movie. I hope i can work through my idealess struggle and accomplish what i want from my writing this summer. Hope you guys are having a nice week! 🙂