The cafeteria hums with a hundred different sounds, While I sit in the noise, keeping eyes on the ground. Fourteen feels small when you’re standing right here, And seventeen’s close, but it feels like a year. He said the age difference makes it a no, A boundary set down where I can't go.
Then his ex and her friend walk over and stare, With a flicker of something unkind in their stare. "So do you know about Riley liking you?" The words drop down like they think it’s brand new. Riley already knows how I feel inside, So why pull a thread where I’m trying to hide?
My throat tightens up, the room blurts into gray, Holding back tears that are fighting to stray. I swallow the sting, keep my head held high, So tired of the games and the half-truth lie. Just wanting someone to say what is real, Instead of making a show of the things that I feel.
The summer season
The couple laid on
The lawn chairs staring
Up at the dark sky
It was a warm eve
The full moon was bright
The stars were shining
They looked like diamonds
As they were staring
At the moon and stars
The couple held hands
Content being together
The bond of love strong
Their two hearts are one
a small clock breathes once
on the edge of the shelf~
slow exhale, lifting the dust
as if time were tired
of holding still
You took your love away
I'm trying my best to hold on
I know that if I let you go
You will forever be gone
I cannot accept that scenario
A life without you next to me
Would be a life I couldn't live
A nightmare i never want to see
How could I even try to live
Without you being in my life
The only thing I did right in life
Was simply making you my wife
I know there has to be something
I don't want our marriage to end
I know your heart is broken now
And it will take time for it to mend
I love you with all my heart and soul
I'm tired of being the reason you cry
Please give me my last last chance
Before you say your last goodbye
When I'm holding your hand
For me it's a magical remedy
No matter what the problem
I know it's going to heal me
When I start feeling a little ill
Or suffering from a terrible cold
My remedy is the only cure
Holding your hand never gets old
If life gets to me and I begin to stress
Regardless of my problems in life
Their gone in the blink of an eye
When I hold the hand of my wife
I use this remedy every day
Even when I'm feeling well
Holding my wife's hand is simply
The cure guaranteed not to fail
The goats are breeding a new bloodline
inside cells tampering with the sheep altering their genetic code
Starting signs come under the triangle translating delta
a global warning is in place within revelations
when looking to the right then left
There is no middle ground when they own your bodies
dig this error for what it supports ignorance and arrogance
The balance can be found making an informed choice to speak
why does fear drive an angry mob insane with hate
because they are driven mad by opposing opinions
Unable to take on board we are all on a spiritual journey
petition has already signed acts that butchers the truth
Innocence has now become the new convict sacrificed
at what stage will this world end up admitting doing wrong
Equality has become something unfamiliar to some
freedom is a captured body silenced by the enemy
we can see the blood of martyrs spilt soaking into the land
It is hard to draw a picture from the backward mindset
what glue holds their soul's together I ask myself a difficult question knowing the answer inside out
the rhythm changed before the ending came
not with thunder, but with delay.
not with cruelty, but with absence.
calls that once carried warmth became quiet corridors.
Messages arrived like late rain, thin and uncertain.
replies lost their color, their reach, their want.
the distance entered first, then made itself at home.
Sometimes the deepest ache is not betrayal.
It is watching something fade while still holding it gently.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the break
Of waters ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ can make
¦¦¦¦ soil ¦¦¦¦ indurate and strange.
He ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ holds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ together
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ announcing ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ clock;
Seeking, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ a light ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ as a lamp ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ with hills ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ no sea ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ he will find ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
To be enduring, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Of hidden ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ glares
¦¦¦ beauty ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ something dreadful ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of A Tale by Louise Bogan)
Every journey
carries
its own arrival
folded inside
what it first
let go.
A stone kept
the other pocket.
The skip
noticed neither.
A bridge
pretends
to be its arch.
The span,
hung in chains,
remembers.
The ladder
offers
one rung
to tomorrow,
one
to yesterday.
Both feet
know.
The escape hatch
grows lighter
without opening.
The room
learns
its counterweight.
The kite
believes
the string
is holding it.
The string
believes
the wind.
Neither
touches the sky.
The grandfather clock
unwinds
its weight
until
the floor
begins to listen.
One day
the other pocket
forgot
its stone.
The hand
didn't.
I wore my longing like a coat.
Kept the sharpest words in my throat.
I leaned in close; the blues just knew,
I would let them bent notes come through.
Bare boards beckoned worn-out shoes.
Slow feet shuffled with the dues.
One heel circled, one stood still,
As the lights turned round like a windmill.
While the dye brush waited by the wall,
I heard the blank canvas start to call.
I held back each splash just enough,
To leave a white whisper, in the rough.
I let my feelings rise up halfway,
Enough to ache; then to fade away.
My heart was folded, tied up with care,
To glow with all that is left hidden there.
The blue kept curling into the white,
Like the Milky Way deep in a velvet night.
The spiral nebulae all slowly grew—
To tie-dye the sky, with an ancient hue.
The tighter the bind, the brighter the bloom.
Stars need darkness, to brighten their room.
Hold back the colour—let just enough take flight.
Raindrops can teach sunlight to shape its light.
When the last slow glow chorus ends,
Twilight mends what that daylight bends.
One lone blue spark escapes the seam,
Just far enough to light the dream.
who is holding these animals up? Someone asked me.
we were at a six-ring circus, but too far away to see.
The elephant was on the top, which looked rather odd.
heavy hippo holding him gave me a rare nod.
I nodded back and caught a weird ugly smile
From the next joker down, a grisly green crocodile.
Under him was a spoon-billed pelican with beady black eyes.
A super mouse was holding them all up, a huge surprise!
Yesterday Deborah and I held a miracle in our hands….
William…a baby born only a few days before….
It’s amazing how one so tiny and new
can make two old hearts soar.
The wonder of the moment was not lost on Deborah…or me
as Baby William was but 4 days old…while we are 73.
We sat with baby William’s and his dad
in their front yard…under a tree…
Deborah cradled him in her arms…
I rested his head upon on my knee.
As we felt the warm embrace of the heavens
while the sun shining overhead smiled
we wondered in his four days
what kind of memories William has compiled.
Secretly we wished…this baby in our hands
will be lucky enough to be
living in a caring accepting, and compassionate world…
where everyone is free…
This was our wish for 4 day old William…
It’s the world we’d love for him to see.
A miracle we continue to hope for…
even at the age of 73.
A miracle we hope not only for William but for all babies…
across all mountains, rivers and lands…
One miracle we wished for yesterday…
while cradling another miracle in our hands.
dusk settles softly on the open field,
a hush drifting through the tall grass,
holding the moment still.
a lone bird circles the fading light,
its wings brushing the edge of silence,
holding the moment still.
With what you've done to me
And what you put me through
Even with this broken heart
Why is it I'm still in love with you
There should be no problem
For me to finally walk away
You could no longer hurt me
With the games you like to play
That's not what my heart wants
And I'm not ready to let go of you
You know my heart will forgive you
No matter what you put it through
My heart can't take much more
And the pain is too much for me
My heart keeps holding on to you
Why does it refuse to set you free
Why do I
hold on to someone
who doesn't want
to hold on to me
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