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Divorce Court by Bobrow, Laura J.
If your wife or husband would like a divorce by Frank, Mark
Time For A Divorce by Raney, Justin
A Frosty Divorce by hoffman, cheryl
Divorce by Jaisinghani, Judy
Battle of Divorce Part II by Henderson, Nicholas
Battle of Divorce Part I by Henderson, Nicholas
frozen into divorce by Hopkins, Denise

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An Insignificant Life - collaboration with The Seeker

That godless sound
His head explodes at 6:01am
Same as every day
He falls out of bed
Steps on the cat
Slides into his slippers
Shuffles to the kitchen
Puts the coffee on
Bumps his head on the cupboard door
Again
Sits down and looks out the window
A blackbird is flying near
Leaves it’s mark on his sill
He gets up
Pours his coffee-
Black with a shot of Irish whiskey
Sits back down
The sky is raining icicles now
Sharp daggers
He drifts off into a dream…

Head keeps spinning, spinning ‘round
From afar a pleasant sound
Laughing, laughing in the dark
Midnight walking in the park
Yellow dress and tiny feet
Ponytails and sugar sweet
Will you, will you marry me
Kiss me darling ‘neath our tree
All the good things life can bring
All the lovesick songs we'll sing
Catch me, catch me if you can
Love this tender, soulful man
Let me show you everything
Please accept this golden ring
Future’s here and future’s now
Come let's share a solemn vow
You’re the one I want for life
You’re the one to be my wife
Living, living wild and free
Me and her and her and me

Coffee spills
Cremates hair on his hand
Yet, he feels no pain
Running water cools
But a scar surfaces
He stares, wondering if it’s a tattoo
Illustrating his hidden pain
Walking past the mirror
He hardly recognises what
appears before him
Dark bags droop
Under blood shot eyes
Overgrown stubble
Has invaded his face
To destroy this image
He lashes out with eyes shut
Blood drips from his hands
Upon stained glass shards
Mirror is smashed-
But he still can’t hide the truth…

Uncontrollable desire
'Fore too long a blazing fire
Knew this thing was simply wrong
Tried his best to stay so strong
Started with a honey kiss
Ended in a twilight bliss
Missing all that's gone and lost
Sinful lust comes at a cost
Memr'ys of his little one
Make him smile but now she's gone
How he yearns for those brown eyes
That danced and flit like butterflies
Due to his illicit choice
He'll ne'er again hear that sweet voice
'I love you daddy' - nevermore
Like salt rubbed in an open sore
He broke her mummy's precious heart
Now they all live miles apart
In anguish all he does is cry-
No one's there to ask him why

Another day ends
Time for bed
The pistol sits on the nightstand
He grabs hold
Cold metal in a sweaty palm
He spins the barrel
Gun rises toward the right temple
Trigger pulled-
CLICK
Nothing
Tomorrow he'll rise again
Face another lonely day
His cat used to sleep at his feet
No More
Even dreams provide no relief
He doesn't remember her name
Still, she taunts him
Haunts his days and nights
He downs a double and a sleeping pill-
Reluctantly continuing an insignificant life.

Silent One and The Seeker collaboration
31 July 2017

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It Only Hurts When I Smile

I put a smile on my face when I go outside 

My friends all see the pain I try to hide in my eyes

And I try to act like I can make it on my own 

Since you've been gone I'm alone 

I suppose I'm gonna be here a while

And for the rest . . . of my life

 It only hurts when I smile.
.
I thought our love was strong

I didn't think you would leave

I think about about you all the time 

Do you still think about me?

and when I think of how I threw us away

It only hurts when I think 
.
The first time I laid eyes on you you took my breath away

I lost my breath again the day you walked away

Pain won't go and damage is done

And I just can't feel a thing

It only hurts when I breathe
.  
And I see where I went wrong

And I see what I've done

But I don't see you coming home to me

And when I look at it all that way

 It only hurts when I see
.
And I just can't live without you 

My heart is still in your hands 

And there's no "this" left to fix

And there's no "us" left to mend

And I guess I gotta live with it

So it only hurts when I live
.
I put a smile on my face when I go outside 

My friends all see the pain I try to hide in my eyes

And I try to act like I can make it on my own 

Since you've been gone I'm alone 

I suppose I'm gonna be here a while

And for the rest . . . of my life

 It only hurts when I smile.

And for the rest . . . of my life

 It only hurts when I smile.

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Prophecy of Sand

Men, they say
Dominators
Slayers
Conquerors

We have been subjugated by their culture and rules
The norms and the religions of masculine fools
The laws and the clowns
The world one day will evolve

We who have the curves and seductive smiles
Are we not filled inside with the same DNA? so they say…
Give us books and untie our bonds
We shall rise up, making empires strong

Mock not my dashing eyes
Discount not, my luscious thighs
I shall dance your dance into the night
Have no doubt; I shall be your queen

When we are embraced, for who we are
Do you not see? We shall gleam like the stars in the night
Genders, colors, nations too
Leave them sitting in old church pews

Philosophers, doctors, engineers of creation
We shall be side by side, working with you
So smile and behold the new golden age
Suras must die, in the deserts of past sage

Sisters of the sun, the gods, and the wind
The old men of the past must rescind
Glories are coming, so rejoice and behold
Equality is the greatest story a woman ever told 

Poet George Sand Notes

Excerpt from letters to Gustave Flaubert Nohant from George Sand
Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin, wrote under the pseudonym name of George Sand
She was born in July, 1804, and is more known as a writer, but many of her prose by today’s standards are very poetic in nature. She was a feminist long before the term existed. She was very able to converse and discuss with men, as equals, and at the same time able to maintain all that makes us beautiful. She was able to see the finest details of life as well as absorb the political and cultural idiosyncrasies of the time, and had no fear saying her own views. 


To be an inconvenience distresses me
I sleep everywhere, in the ashes, or under a kitchen bench, like a stable dog.
Everything shines with spotlessness at your house
So one is comfortable everywhere.
I shall pick a quarrel with your mother and we shall laugh and joke, you and I,
         much and more yet. 
If it’s good weather, I shall make you go out walking, if it rains continually, we shall
          roast our bones before the fire while telling our heart pangs.
The great river will run black or grey under the window saying always, fast, faster! Carrying away our thoughts, and our days, and our nights, without stopping to notice
          such small things.

"The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul."

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How much do I love thee

How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
	The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
	Secrets still held at the door by decree
I bought you a garden of roses so red
	My love was surely in bloom, or so they all said
I bought you a ticket to heavens pearly gates
	So that in paradise you’d have not to even wait
I bought you your very own private Lear jet
	To see the world through champagne eyes
My love was a vault and you emptied it dry
	My heart has now learned to never cry

How much do you love me?
Your lawyer seems to know

You claimed mental duress
	Suffering under such stress
The Mercedes was the wrong color so I am told	
	I should have known, pink, not gold
The diamond ring was too heavy to wear
	Your back injuries caused you painful despair
The lingerie didn’t cover you just right
	So medical ailments kept you up many a nights
The roses in bloom where not the right flower
	Your allergies they caused, thus making you sour
The ticket to heaven you plain out refused
	Said it was one way, and that just wouldn’t do!
You had no issues riding my Lear jet 
	You rode the pilot as well, a mile high kinda bet
My love you tossed into the bin out in back
	The divorce lawyer smiles at me, saying she sure is great in the sack 

The moral of the Story is this!
If you are sitting at the table, and
You see a few beetles scurrying about
Maybe even whistling a tune or two
Listen carefully to what they say

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Unfinished Love Affair

Unfinished Love Affair

It's been so long since I've seen you.
Don't know how or why you remain,
At the forefront of my memory,
But you do and will always remain.
 
Time has passed, and the years have aged us.
What can replace the time we spent,
In our younger days.
Talking, dreaming and planning a life.
Laughing and hoping as time passed us by,
Our friendship would be never-ending.
 
Well, the years have passed,
We have all gone our separate ways,
But the talks we had,
And the dreams we dreamed still linger today,
As unfinished dreams and incomplete endings.
 
The dreams we shared,
Still bring joyous tears when I think,
How time has slipped past.
But yet I see your face as I did then,
Beaming with life, smiling and carefree.
 
Those were the days of happy tears,
And unfinished love affairs.

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Yellow Flowers

You made me love yellow flowers
in the middle of July,
when everything was dying
because the ground was so dry.

You offered them to me
with the faintest smile on your face,
caressed the lemon petals
as you put them on display.

I looked at them quizzically,
questioning there presence.
You embraced me with laughter,
said they’re my essence.

You told me a short story
of blossoms and blooms,
and strength and survival,
in the midst of gloom.

And I fell in love with yellow flowers
because of the story you shared,
and I cherished their sunshine,
and the meaning they bared.

And then they were gone.

Along with you
and your stories and smile.

No laughter or embrace.
No petals or blooms,
sunshine or lemons.

The ground was dry
and cracked
and barren.

And I was alone,
with just a fading scent
and drifting memories.

You made me love yellow flowers,
then you took them away.

copyright 2017 rapsedeblu/'raps?de blü
Just a writer who needs to write.

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I Just Don't Understand It

And I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you - I just don't understand it
One moment we're feeling bliss- like we're on another planet
you love me, you hate me...the story goes...we took our love for granted
caught up in memories, now everything's pixelated
everything spoken is debated
everything valued has been faded
what was token...has been broken
you used to leave my heart smokin'
- she flipped the tarot cards -
now I'm hoping...
instead of dealing with it...I'm coping
you promised me everything would be copacetic 
...but everything's gotten quite hectic
we lost our way- I can admit...I detected it
nevertheless...I didn't expect it
the process...I can't respect it
love...how you do love like that?
from dormant to torment
it didn't rain...it stormed
"and don't you tell me days like this is the "norm"
I used to think you were the bomb
I used to think you were the title to my poem
now I'm sitting here with my hands in my palms
thinking you could care less
cause everything you've done was careless
I digress...
I gave you your best
can't believe my reward is this mess
...it was never a contest...
but I thought we were each other's trophy
...and I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you...I just don't understand it

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Field of Forever

Listen to poem:

Snow crested range backdrop, gurgling creek allurement
At long last was the field, ours its loamy splendor
Our fertile paradise beneath stars and thunder
Within this promise, we planted our enchantment
Time sprouted our hearts’ dreams with sunlight reverent
Steadfast home to shelter love through frost December
Joyously nurturing new lives, mild and tender
Yet a caretaker’s heart still yearns for nourishment 

Other fields of promise neglected, gone fallow
Harvests left under the merciless sun to spoil
Their once magnificent bounties, cupboards hollow
Tears cannot mend cold ground neglected beyond toil
Their heartbreak, a tragic fate we need not follow 
Come tend our garden, my love, till its fertile soil 


5/29/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Italian Sonnet, 12 syllables per line

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Divorce

Love once was the focus
of our lives
till marriage became contentious;
two sharp knives
piercing the heart of it,
killing it.
Teamed hardhearted misfits
dualistic
by nature, antipathetic
where love’s the casualty
and we, just another statistic.

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Divorce

Stale mate?
Rebate...

7/7/15 Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © 2015 by Caryl S Muzzey

First Place Winner ~ "One Footle” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Judy Kono
Aug. 8, 2015

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The Affair

Between yesterday's coffee and today's newspaper delivery,
      we somehow lost our sweetness, now you are just a memory.
        
Words yelled in anger and frustrations hitting the limit
     wasn't this ocean we've swam full of joy and commitment?

You..down on your knees praying I'd forgive you once again
       me...thinking you weren't going to see her, my best friend.

I've lost you and I've lost her and somewhere lost myself
       I noticed that her favorite book she read was on the top shelf.

You think I didn't notice all the strange phone calls at night?
       you actually believed that I wouldn't give up without a fight?

Sinking slowly down under the abyss of broken promises
       a long time ago I told myself I would not allow paralysis

But underneath the grass you both have dug for my grave
       I must pull myself out, take a moment and be brave.

I have no one else who will rock me to sleep every night
       and I know deep down I will eventually be alright.

All I need right now is a decent night full of sweet dreams
       I am begging you to leave, drive away so I may be free.


Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: January 17, 2016

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The Divorce

He had a few drinks the night before,
enough to mistake the waiter for a door.
T'would help him remember
he thought to himself,
the fun to be had in the coming of day.
He'd married a Madame 
with her perfumes and pearls,
a painted smile
as he watched her walk
with first one foot 
and then the next,
stepping in time to his funeral march. 
They'd promised forever in those very same rooms,
with their sad yellow curtains and broken blooms.
This could have been a wedding
there were vows to make-
I, Harold, un-take June as my wife, 
for better, not worse,
for richer not poorer.
With his eyes on her profile
he thought to himself 
that she'd never looked more radiant
than she did today. 
A few odd words and then it was done, 
all i's were dotted 
and the t's crossed
to pronounce them completely 
un-manned and de-wifed. 
“Fancy some lunch at The Ritz, my love?"
“Alright then, darling. You drive.”

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Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families

Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families!
Many families are being destroyed by sexual addictions!
As they bring into their homes unneeded afflictions!

There are affairs of adultery of all different kinds…
As many allow sin’s pollution to destroy their mind!

Many have no comprehension or fail to see…
The filth of garbage being promoted on t.v.!

Rather than seeking God for his blood’s protection.
Husbands and wives look to others for affection.

God looks and sees the wounded and broken heart.
And before you know it, another family falls apart!

Too much of this is happening in churches today.
Will these families just come together and pray?

It’s time to come together as a family and be strong!
Let’s get rid of the things in our life that don’t belong!

Let’s seek the purity and holiness of God above.
And be strengthened by his majestic love!

Let’s seek God’s protection over our families too!
And speak kind words to another, like; “I LOVE YOU!”

May the love of Christ come and bind us as ONE!
And touch every father, mother, daughter and son!

Lord Jesus, we all need you so much!  This very hour!
We can’t make it alone!  Without your power!

Please Jesus, restore what the enemy has taken!
I’ve never seen your children left or forsaken!

You are the only one that our family has needed!
Only by your love, will our family be completed!

By Jim Pemberton   11/23/14

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A bloody rose

Love and romance
Roses here, roses there
Bloody roses, everywhere
February brings them to our life
While others hide a broken wife
Young girls dream, of their shining white knight
Well when do you think they will see, it's nowhere in sight
Single men will try everything, to be romantic
ask every young girl, they still haven't learned it
While romance will fill their heads
I'm aware of the last lives, it brought to death
The rose is not this, passionate flower
But the very thing that causes, our human lives to go sour
Nine months later, in the mid of November
Young girls begin the day they will always remember
With the babies cry with its first breath of life
There's a dad trying to work out, how to tell his wife
A family is born, and a family is broken
This is all because of that bloody rose.


written 14th of February 2017

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Glow worm

Velcro ripped and soda fizz
Velvet crushed Moroccan night
Nocturnal buterflies those flickering fireflies
Our winking spies like circling satelites
Coming together , we fissures of light
Delicious refrain  we split like  pomegranite
Love spinning round the  sun and the planets
Mortally chiselled on tombstone of granite

Hark ! Who goes there this Luciferous night
Its only I with my faltering lantern
Dragging behind attached little light
Fallen firefly - slow creeping glow worm
Mid air flight hangs the hateful things we said
Farewell this, heres lookin' at you kid

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Hope

You feel like your whole world crumble
Does not matter about all your trouble
Walk around blindfolded and stumble
There is a light at the end of the tunnel

Life is so hard it made you stop smiling
You wake up every morning fighting 
Your heart is breaking and you crying
There is a cloud with a silver lining

And you just cannot be polite 
The glorious morning is still night
Your tomorrow does not look bright
Even darkness can show you the light

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Suicide Prevention

You must be in so much pain to be considering this.
The hurt, the misery, the anguish, the agony;
you can feel it burrowing its way deep inside,
gnawing voraciously at the very core of your being
and you would do anything - anything - just to make it stop.

I know you're scared; but that's okay - the World can be a scary place,
but can this last, desperate, act that you're deliberating,
really, truly, genuinely be what you are seeking...?
Dispel fanciful notions of sliding into Death's warm embrace;
there is no gentle kiss, no sweet release and off to sleep.
You will simply... no longer be; and that is just too dreadful to contemplate.

It might not feel like it now, but things *will* get better.
The future is laden with hope and ripe with potential,
however, the complex rivulets of life are often turbulent
and we must ride them out if we are to reach the next bend.
But if you take this final, irrevocable, step... you will never know what awaits.
And therein lies the real tragedy.

So please, I implore you, reach out to a friend or a loved one;
talk to them, share your burdens and, maybe, even shed a few tears.
The future will look brighter tomorrow and I want you there to see it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

15 September 2017

Written for Suicide Prevention Month.

My thoughts go out to all those affected by the tragedy of losing a loved one in this way and, especially, to those struggling with their own thoughts of suicide. Please... speak to somebody.

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Weekend Father


Unfortunate circumstances made me a weekend father
Two parents separated by a marred history,
now had to care for a child ...
an innocent victim who received emotional shrapnel
as collateral damage from our argumentative battles
Our destructive habits fell onto her,
but children are very resilient, thank God
I loved being a weekend father
There was no bitterness about allotted time of custody,
none of that foolishness
My wife and I settled our divorce amicably ... no courts involved,
except for the legal formality of having a divorce decree issued
by the state
We worked things out between us much better being apart than when we
were married
It's funny how that works
So I got my daughter on the weekends, but over time I had her
more than the weekends
We bonded pretty good
And anyone with kids will tell you, that four-year-olds are a quirky bunch
They're old enough to do enough things for themselves,
but they still want you to do a lot of things for them ...
y'know, they still want the baby treatment
My daughter, she really only demanded two things of me when I first
started having her every weekend:
she wanted us to watch movies together, movies like "Lion King,"
or play video games together, video games like "Lion King"
And she didn't like the part of the movie where Simba's dad, Mustafa died
She always cried, and told me to skip that part ...
that always touched my heart
Because it told me, in unspoken words, that she loved me and didn't
want anything bad to happen to me
When she turned five, I enrolled her at my alma mater college,
in an art program for kids
My sister and father told me that my daughter had artistic ability
So every Saturday, we spent half the day at the college, 
because after she got out of class, we would get something to eat,
then go to the main library on campus and get on the computers
To make a long story shorter ... she received an art degree 
when she became grown
Becoming an illustrator and computer graphic artist
That's what being a weekend father means to me

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Sometimes The Pain

I picked up the phone today
And I dialed your number
I didn't know what to say
So I hung up on the second ring
You see I thought that I could explain
But I just couldn't play through the pain
And you probably wouldn't have answered anyway
.
One drink wont make me forget 
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet 
But I know by morning light
 your memory is gonna haunt me 
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time 
Anyway
.
I'm haunted by the ghost of yesterday
Whiskeys' the only exorcist, to drive it away
But those Ol Demons just won't leave
They know too much about me they just won't go
And even though it only tortures my soul 
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
.
One drink wont make me forget 
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet 
But I know by morning light
 your memory is gonna haunt me 
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time 
Anyway
And even though
They're killing this man
Sometimes they're the only friends I have that understand
There's no comfort in the pain of what might have been
.
One drink wont make me forget 
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet 
But I know by morning light
 your memory is gonna haunt me 
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time 
Anyway
And even though it only tortures my soul 
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know

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On My Knees

Silently, a teardrop streaks
And falls on her suitcase
Quietly, I turn to see
A broken heart, there on her face

Patiently, she looks at me
As if she needs to hear
Anything, just anything...
To make over...easier

Finally, the silence speaks
That dreaded word...goodbye
Instantly, oh I can see
Leaving...in her eyes

Hopefully, the heart in me
Is begging me to say
Anything, just anything
To make her want to stay

I'm on my knees, just look at me
My pride's thrown out the door
A part of me, the heart of me
Her final walk across the floor

Her mind's made up, my words won't come
I can't pretend that I don't care
I'm on my knees, down on my knees
But I haven't got a prayer

I'm on my knees, still on my knees
But I haven't got a prayer

Written by Chuck Melugin

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Puppy Love at 55: Dedicated to Lady L

 Puppy Love at 55
When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love
With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame …
“Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!”
Sound adorable. Singing, “He is mine. I am his. Gonna get married, take his name.”

Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent …
At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five;
I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent;
Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive

So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure
We thought the best of belle or beau
Time never existed. No bills, diapers, nothing to insure
Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure …

When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure
I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure
Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future …
No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now.

So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners:
Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it;
Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires
For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected!

The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence
But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies
That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins
And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes -

(Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different)
But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?

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We Have A Problem


Communication has gotten erratic,
there's a lot of outside interference
Aluminum yawning creates constant static
I can't hear you ... can you hear me?
Stonewalls separate us,
frequent bathroom stalls
breaks the mood, flushes the trust
How did this happen to us?
I'd be the first to admit, we have a problem
Calling Houston, code red: Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Our love has become stale,
left unattended for too long in the marital breadbox
Inaction is squeezing the life out of us
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox ---
Our marriage is falling at terminal velocity,
time is speeding up on the self-destruct clock
We have a serious problem, dear
Do you hear me talking, tell me you can hear
We have us a critical problem,
and we both need to try and figure it out,
time is ticking down on the self-destruct clock
We have a big problem here
Calling Houston, code red:
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
We're headed for a crash landing
Calling Houston, code red: 
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
This marriage is almost dead
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Unless we find the missing answers in the black box

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Sangmi Please Travel

No, I won't come,
because you don't want me to come!
*
Even though this is the last chance to see you, 
I won't come.
Even though every cell of my body is crying,
I won't come.
Even though I need to come
just like I need to breath,
I won't come.
Even though I'm dying, 
I won't come.
*
It's the most difficult decision 
I've ever made in my life. 
However, it is much easier for me 
than to continue rending my dignity. 
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I'm tired of my love for you!
I'm tired of myself and you!
I will never come to you!
keep ignoring me, Sangmi
and please, travel!

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In The Distance

Tonight I can write the saddest of lines
writing for example, the night is of stars
and the stars are of opals and shimmer in the distance

The night winds revolve around the sky, it sings of resistance

Tonight I will write the saddest of songs
I loved her and she loved me too sometimes

Through nights like this one, I held her in my hands
as I kissed her

Again and again under the timelapse skies

She loved me and sometimes I too loved her
how could I have not loved her deep still eyes

Tonight I can cry the saddest of poems
to think that I dont have her and to feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more timelapse with out her
and the verses fall, into my soul, like pain for the pleasure

What does it matter if my hands couldn't keep her
in this starry night timelapse, she is gone forever, 
no more is sure

This is all

In the distance

Some one is singing
in the distance

Some one is crying
some one is dying
Without her in the distance

Oh, it's just me
and my sight tries to find her
My heart looks for her
My ears hear for her

And now
I no longer love her

But oh how I loved her
and my voice tried to find the wind
to touch her hearing... in the timelapse sky

Because nights like this one
are like the nights I held her in my hands
but
This will be the last pain she makes me suffer
and the last verse I write for her...In the distance

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Unrelenting

How does my body
This flesh that withholds my soul,,
manage to bear the weight from the chains that have been embedded upon my bequeathing heart?

Where does one hide the pain that is encrusted upon these eyes that are dreary and now fail to sleep?

Why cant my mind acquit, my heart adrift, my skin ache for the touch of another?

Does it have to be me that has to live with this night, because happiness is the other side of this mirror?

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