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Don Juan

She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan

I Saw Their Funerals

I saw their funerals.
Plath.
Sexton.
And somewhere near the back,
mine.

Not my body—
not yet.
But something softer,
more urgent,
more invisible.

The girl
who wrote like them
just to feel seen—
she’s in the box too.

I saw her hair
was finally unbrushed.
Her hands no longer gripped a pen—
they were just hands now.

And no one cried,
because no one knew
she had been dying
this whole time
in silence.

I stood there,
dry-eyed.
Because I knew
this grief
was not for mourning—
but for releasing.

And still,
something in me wept
like a ghost
watching its own
unfinished life.

Love Stalks Still

Tell me, did you once feel the love, or was it,
as it is now, a pallid shaft,
the phantom tip of a broken spear?

We gave it up, let the passions out,
scorched the earth with dry-eyed regrets.

Tell me
did you feel the love once,
perhaps even feel it now,
or is this just an old story
told to a deathbed?

There are stray feelings, that in time,
wrap themselves around
both sorrow and joy,
they come to us, as once loved pets,
they come as ghosts,
to stalk hearts on moonless nights
with long-shed tears.

Broken Instrument

What happens to this poetry embroidered within the walls of my heart, 
When the joy of my words are shattered underneath your feet, 
Can the torture of your empty moon paint a slithering promise, 
Far across into my deep colorless dreamscape of dahlias, 
Your dry eyed apologies took me to a mortal with no reflection, 
As you hide behind your short lived excuses and homed cruel intentions, 
Like a fool I was to believe that a rose could bloom in the peeks of winter, 
While broken instruments illustrated a weak illusion, 
Shame, These knees you held with such tender affection, 
Poured our tales into my abstract dreams, 
How you wandered into my eyes casting a waning crescent, 
Hoping the fragrant of a swine won’t clear my sight, 
I’ve stood by the hills, where it steeps down your hell, 
Perhaps the burdens you trust and love are the saint in your spells, 
Claiming clarity for a chaos that have you deeply compelled.

Incident

she stood there in a daze
by strangers surrounded
they had given her the folded flag
as the last post sounded
keepsake of a warrior
it had graced his casket top
she held it scarce knowing
as the bugle notes stopped
in reality she stood alone
for now every tear cried
for the moment in a daze
ashen faced and dry eyed
the ceremony over
they moved out of her life
they had given precious time
to a bereaved and grieving wife
with the ceremony played out
she was really due no more
so they left her there in silence
to carry on the planning of their war

Freddie

My tears were all for Fred.
My brother has already died;
My mother and my dad and then
The Tom to whom I had been wed. 
Through it all, I'd been dry-eyed.
(They stalk me at night in bed.)

The phone call came that Fred had died
And a bomb went off in my inside!
I howled, I pounded things and cried!
I still don't fully comprehend; 
I heard he was a real good guy,
But I hardly knew old Fred!

Abusive Father

I shall never forget the day he died
And how I felt deep down
In the pit of my stomach
A complex man does not excuse
Or explain how he treated me.
Abusive fathers remain for a lifetime
Never going away
Leaving scars in the mind
That seldom entirely hide themselves
But emerge from time to time
To hurt again.

I shall never forget the day we buried him
My siblings shed copious tears
And mourners, who did not understand,
Wondered why I was dry-eyed
But, I cried a million tears inside.

I Cried the Tears

Walking across the long bridge of sorrows,
the only thought that kept me moving along
was the hope of reaching dry land
on the other side of my suffering
Buried in the sands of the past
were my anorexic bones of pride
No one was there to mourn me,
but the undertaker 
and a dozen pair of raven eyes
My winged companions travel with me
on this long journey to the other side,
where it’s rumored
my lost happiness got rescued alive
But the agony of finding it
are the flood of tears I now cry
It seemed like the earth swallowed me
when our love died
The days went by, and I was so all alone
No one came looking me,
so I had to dig out of that deep pit of grief
on my own
And I cried the tears for so long,
walking across this solitary water bridge
I salted away all my pain,
never wanted to taste them ever again
Now I see the dry-eyed, other side coming into view
With my last broken-hearted sigh on this bridge of tears,
I think about how much I will miss you
so much on the inside ...
but I will not shed one tear 
for the death of my hateful pride

Warrior

Warrior

I am not a warrior he said
whispering from afar
courageous, 
dry eyed
a soldier of the dead
I am a child from love
black steel once clasped in hand
A silent wind and yellow moon
now soothes my icy ground

The Tree

I came dry eyed and weak across the Sahara
From a distance I glimpsed your glorious shade
Most welcome oasis, much welcome hope
A tree I saw, a shade with none
So I came and embraced your incense
And together we were alone
Basking in the hunger of new found love

Then they came, a trickle at first, then the horde
And you welcomed them, you said we could share
The fruit was enough for all, we should share
And the crowd feasted on our fruit, on your fruit
And I lost the hunger for your fruit
So I walked away
Back to the scorching sun of the Sahara
Back to the solitude of the dust
But before I walked out of sight I turned to look
At what was once ours
And I saw the crowd leaving
Scattered in every direction, moving away from you
And I knew then

That when everyone wants a piece of you, no one wants the whole of you

We walked on leaving you alone
To embrace the solitude of the lost.

Dry Eyed Heart

light a match to the dry eyed heart
bring back the romance
bring back your heart
while there is life there is hope
you've been through the darkness
now come back to the light
the world needs bold hearts like yours
bring the love you have in you
bring it home
light a match to the dry eyed heart
bring back the romance
bring back the light

Tears

Tears
When I was young 
I cried for no one I drowned my sorrow
 In pride of being dry- eyed.
And inside of me a dam of tears not shed 
I had a dog she lived to fourteen I borrowed
A spade and dug her deep into the soil. 
The dam busted.
For days I cried for my parents, siblings,
The dog and all those
I loved so deeply but never said I did.
Old now I cry easily when seeing children and animals
Being harmed
And it pines me to know 
This is the way of the world and no God 
Around the corner to save us.

Mr Chin-Held-High

The dry eyed man walked
with his chin held high. 

He'd done his best, and 
said his worst. 
There he walked away, 
away from the hearse. 

Who it contained, 
I do not know... 

But whoever it was, 
they sure got a show.

Dreams and Reality

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Yesterday we laughed
And loved and dreamed.
Today we love and cry,
Loving no less,
Yet, suddenly how wide the bridge
Between reality and a dream...

Today we dream,
Yet cry,
And love
And cry
Dry eyed...
It hurs when we swallow!

Yesterday we laughed
And loved,
And dreamed!

Cynthia

Dreams and Reality

Yesterday we laughed
And loved
And dreamed...
Today we love and cry
Loving no less
Yet suddenlly how wide the bridge
Between reality and a dream...
Today we dream
Yet cry...
And love
And cry
Dry eyed...
It hurts when we swallow!
Yesterday we laughed
And loved
And dreamed!

C. Alvez

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