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The Halo of my Memory.
(Blackout of Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl by John Keats)
I am screaming,
And no one is listening.
I am crying for help,
But no one cares.
I am hurt beyond repair,
But I don't feel pain.
Like I've been lit on fire,
And I don't have any nerves left to feel.
Like my brain has had enough
And took the day off.
How is it fair that my world gets to collapse,
But I have to stay upright?
That everything I love is in the past,
But I have to keep going?
That there is a man who loves me,
But I don't know why?
Maybe I do, but I don't feel loved.
I feel like a can on the road,
Someone used me and tossed me aside.
Now I just get kicked around all day.
But I know if it ever got really bad,
It would take less than one minute to
Throw myself away.
All this trouble waging war
is what this world is looking for,
should they write to one another
and not let us out to suffer,
maybe writing up some verse
but nice words seem to be scarce,
should they maybe get a muse
with its looks make them amuse,
an ambassador we shall need
to show love and lesser greed,
I’d appoint someone like you
Soft and sweet like winnie pooh,
It would surely cut the stress
And with peace clear out this mess
Nothing has changed.
Except:
laughter became louder,
colours more vivid somehow;
my home more welcoming
and I am aware of beauty
in the simplest of things.
The sun is reluctant to set
and the night, when it finally comes,
is magical and holds more stars,
higher and brighter than ever before.
Even the roads seem wider!
I know what you think:
it was always like this,
nothing has changed,
except me and the way you
made me perceive the world.
"You know I can be found"
Without you, everything is gray and scarce
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
My loss is quiet in the dusk
"If you can't come around,
at least please telephone"
Words can't describe how much I adore you
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
"Let's walk up to the preacher
and let us say I do"
it will gain me feel whole and complete
Do I sound crazy? I probably do
Mon amour, I'm moved to tears
"I really love you baby, cross my heart"
Voices echoed where no words were spoken,
Faces passed by, yet remained unseen.
Smiles wore the shape of living,
While souls wandered somewhere in between.
Anger struck like a storm in silence,
Leaving guilt where thunder used to be.
And every step away from others
Built another wall around the sea.
The world still turned, the sun still rose,
Yet colors faded from the sky.
For isolation is a quiet prison,
Where a heart can scream and none ask why.
But even shattered glass reflects the light,
Even the deepest scars can heal.
For one hand reaching through the darkness
Can remind a lonely soul to feel.
So here stand the voiceless and the broken,
The lost, the guilty, and the afraid;
Learning that being heard is not in speaking,
But in the bonds that silence never erased.
At midnight, the sea draws back its dark hem, exposing wet stones and mangrove roots. Each wave revises what I thought I understood. I search the shore for something certain, reading each mark as though it were meant for me. I wait for a sentence that will stay.
perhaps
I ask too much of the shore
to make its silence certain
words may hide my doubt
do I wait
for an answer or permission to be still
I like the color yellow
why
i like old cars
you cant
I love the sun
I hate it
I love cold weather
I hate cold weather
why do you hate
why do you sit there and negative
when you can positive
why are you dark
when you can light
when the world says turn
why do you stand still
restful forest, a tribute to our maker
sleepy silence, calming us, slowing us
tree soldiers stand at rigid attention
ultra dainty violets sprinkled at the bottom of oaks
verdant mosses and ferns, a lovely underbrush
wildness oozes into my spirit, as I reclaim my soul
A smug smile after being embraced,
Silence takes over,
filling up the air with grace.
Many talks we share that make my heart ache.
Where has the time gone?
Reflection shows my futures and how they are scarce.
Bone structure with definition
Yet, you’re not here to make an impression.
Wonders and worries,
Accepting what has come.
Is this the end for us?
Sometimes it’s better to open your mouth
And other times, maybe it’s not.
Deciding between them is tricky, but still,
They’re the only two choices you’ve got.
If speaking up helps you feel better, I think
You should go right ahead; trust your gut.
Though you may be advised, “Keep your thoughts to yourself,”
You may want to do anything but.
I might agonize much about stating my case,
But I rarely regret when I do,
For to harbor a feeling that needs a release
Means you’ll not have the chance to go, “Phew!”
Nature spreading its Warm light,
Releasing its past, like our reflection.
Healing process so beautiful,
That mesmerizes mere beings,
Forgetting it is a healing phase,
Mourning like fools.
Maple leaves on the ground,
Crunchy with vibrant colours.
Yellow, orange borrowed from nature like elixirs,
Leaving green just like mere beings' youth.
Growing old but with beauty,
Mere beings miss the magic.
Mourning with sorrows,
While beauty shines like blessings.
Light is eternal,so is darkness
So are we.
Nature spreading its Warm light,
Releasing its past, like our reflection.
Healing process so beautiful,
That mesmerizes mere beings,
Forgetting it's a healing phase,
Mourning like fools.
Maple leaves on the ground,
Crunchy with vibrant colours.
Yellow, orange borrowed from nature like elixir,
Leaving green just like mere beings' youth.
Growing old but with beauty,
Mere beings miss the magic.
Mourning with sorrows,
While beauty shines like blessings.
Light is eternal,so is darkness
So are we.
sad
jealous
attitude
you lose your mind
negativity
you make the wrong comment
you have become extra mean
say things you should have never said
you are obsessed, you want what they have
the green-eyed monster destroys your friendship
You come into my dreams
Standing there slightly judging
Please go and leave me alone
Your sadness penetrates my life
Thoughts and memories
Come rushing back
I wake up in a cold sweat
Only to realize that you aren't here
Let me live my life in peace
I have suffered long enough
I still see your smirk
And the quiet commanding voice
That leaves me no choice
You are no longer here so please go
I have paid the price of your death
Picked up the pieces of your sadness
Scattered all over the house that I left
Ran away and never looked back
Thought you would leave me in peace
What do you want from me
I have a new life without you
Let me heal please...
Jennifer
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