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I sit and get into this daze
Or maybe just going through a phase
On what I look for
In my significant other
Or what we look for in each other
Maybe we're to afraid to speak our minds
So we speak from the heart
And then something starts to spark
Something so right
I couldn't imagine what life without you would be like
So im trying to figure will I be
More than what you see
In front of you
I want to be
Your final clue
To your puzzle
I want to love you ??
More than double
Save you the trouble
Of being heart broken
I'll be the words that need to be spoken
To make you become open
Express your feelings
Show you have emotion
Let them flow
Like you're in an ocean
Have you ever been in a situation
That you thought was right
Somehow you couldn't see the light
So you found a flash
And with this light it would last
We let go of the past
And moved on
Admitting our wrongs
And our flaws
Knowing that one day
We'll have it all
Me and you
Against the world
That's the way it should be
Yes
Complimenting each other
On success
Sticking together through these trials and test
Knowing that we're loved
At our best
Loving Each other through it all
Sitting by the phone
Waiting on your call
A smile boy you keep on my face
Knowing that you're in it
To run this race ?? with me
Regardless
We are going to reap the harvest
Of everything we've done
In the meantime
Lets have some fun ??
Enjoy
Get to know each other
And what it'll take
For us to make it
In the meantime
In between time
Lets listen
To each other dreams
Become the perfect team
Help no matter how hard it seems
Tell me what I mean
To you
And I promise I'll tell you to
You make the sky so blue
You make the stars twinkle to
You are the one
I need and want
You are the do to my don't
In the mean time
Let's plan
To understand
That we are both unique
From our head to our feet
In the meantime
lets fulfill our purpose
Create a mission
Be able to make logical decisions
Have a vision
And embrace it
With us together
We can make it
In the meantime
We will find no ending
For this is only the beginning
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
1/16/2015
Suspended . . . tormented, in a mind so distant
I arrive at the said destination with a sigh. . .
What I expect is mortifying
What lies ahead still remains a meddlesome mystery
The air is thin—the water droplets seem. . . warm
But I feel a coldness when they hit my skin
The skin that only once touched your hand. . . . .
It is comforting when surrounded by shadow
To feel the soft embrace of long-yearned rain
It is dully consoling to know I am Alone. . .
Chemical reactions are made in instances
Each second of despair heightened by the electrical pulses
Going mad when the waters clash
And the feelings of comfort are gone yet again
The thoughts that used to hold me up
Have collapsed from under me
And Alone is felt in a new shade…darker than the shadow of comfort
The tears replace the rain. . .
Boiling the skin on my face to redden and shame
The burn provides little distraction to despair
Knowing the one I love will never be here. . .
Even now I envy those who can speak…
Who scoff and spit—and whine, groveling in grit
Those who can see and clearly feel their enemy
How they spiritually dispose of their peer
Through lack of understanding and jeer
I would much easier embrace my darkest enemy,
Than be with the one I love
I would much rather abuse myself
Than lay a finger on the precious one who wrongs me
Because you have abandoned all thought of me. . .
Through your life and innocence,
You have harmed me—wronged me. . .
You were mistaken. . . .I can never understand you
Because I have never truly seen you
At times I can almost feel you. . .
But all I feel is pain
All I feel is the burning rain. . .
I envy those around you. . .
Like the madman straight out of prison
I even envy your opposers
In truth, I obsess over the thought
Of Alone:
The definition of “Without You”
. . .
Without you here,
I arrive at no destination
What lies ahead is only despair
The rain I feel . . . are tears—
Comforts that never last
And all that used to hold me up
Is merely a heart-broken collapse. . .
I never wished to cling onto your nonexistence. . .
Believe me—
All I ever wanted. . .
Was a thought
A. . .chemical reaction if you will
A simple “I am here for you”. . .
Without you, Alone, I confess,
Sometimes one can only dream
I grieve for someone too lonely,
and that heart-broken one is me;
can I ever hold back tears and be strong?
Can I ever find comfort in this sad song?
I shouldn't be greeting loneliness,
but break away from it any moment,
looking for two lips to sweetly kiss;
staring into two pretty eyes that delight!
I grieve for someone too lonely,
and that loveless one is this broken guy...
reaching out and hoping to find
that lovely woman that's also a true friend!
I shouldn't be selfish, thinking of myself alone;
I just need to share what I hide inside,
make someone happy and feel a good vibe;
getting rid of pride and not sit on my throne!
It's insane to grieve for someone too lonely,
I'll stop shedding tears, I'll restore my courage
and stack every odd in my favor finally;
life must be lived happily, shunning rage!
To grieve for someone too lonely
brings endless isolation and pity!
A man was too drunk to give his son a ride.
Lightning struck his only son and he died.
He drank too much and his son had to walk to his friend's house.
When he had to bury the son who he lost, he also lost his spouse.
His wife was working at the time and she packed her bags and walked out the door.
She blamed her husband for their son's death and she didn't want to be married to him anymore.
After his wife left him, he was so heart broken that he committed suicide.
He was heart broken because he lost his wife and because his son died.
If he hadn't drank himself into a stupor, his son would still be alive.
After losing his family, he decided that he didn't deserve to survive.
This unfortunate man ended his own life with his gun.
He lost everything when a lightning bolt killed his son.
He has been sitting there for ten long years looking out the window of despair, what ails him I just don’t know, but it was time for him to go. Sadness trembles on his lips and smiles buried in the deep could not force its way to the street, and he leans on his own courage to get by until tears start rolling down his eyes.
His languishing days slowly pass by and all around him were obstacles parachuting to the sky, the angel of love did intervene but it left him heart-broken and stripped away from his dream; he moan and groan as the days passes by, watching the world going and coming and the bells in the cathedral tolling. Someone must have died for the crucifix was dominant in the skies.
It is time for him to go, for the money bag is running low, it is time for him to go so that the world can unwind from around him and the universe can sing. I knelt down at the alter listening to the old man’s sorrow, epitaph if a derailed dream, filled with chaos and voices he could not trust. Nothing that they do could console him, we watch the universe rages war in his head, but hope keeps telling him that everything will be fine.
His dream is to go away to a place where his heart will stay. He wants to go to the countryside in France or the German’s inland, but he fears the worse, for he neither have script nor purse but he wants to break-out and try something new and hope that his determination will see him through.
Help someone to say goodbye and give him all the help he can get from the sky. He is ready to go, but fears had him trapped in the middle of the show. You will meet with him this afternoon and ask him what he needs to leave that place and continue his personal race.
One provides the money, the other the food, someone help with transportation and the other accommodation. You will generate a team to do a job search for the job of his dream; you will send in the application and wait on the result from heaven.
You will help him to settle in until the job is forth coming. You will pay the monthly rent for him and cover all the expenses and monitor his daily living. Time is running by so help him before he dies; everyone must play their part to get him out of the dark.
Help someone to say goodbye before he dies.
Christmas can be a hard time for many.
Especially those in The Midnight Losers Club.
If you are, surround yourself with great friends and you'll be ok.
Salute.
Are you a member of The Midnight Losers Club?
(A lone voice whispers)
I joined last night
Went through the initiation
Got my heart broken in two
Took proof
Showed them all on the big screen
A picture of my ex wife smiling as I stood crying
Now I wear the secret brand under my right sleeve in French
Une fois brisés, nous nous relevons grâce à l'amitié
Car nous sommes membres du Midnight Losers Club
(Once broken but we rise through friendship
For we are members of The Midnight Losers Club)
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Do the broken belong to a secret club?
Have you been a member but unknowingly with out the tattoo?
For did others help you rise after your mighty fall
When you joined The Midnight Losers Club?
The Midnight Losers Club represents losing out to heartbreak and any future happiness with a person involved.
So often, in life I have found myself in bottomless, abysmal pits of sorrow.
My heart broken, my faith fragile and feeling hopeless and lost. A beloved's
death wraps me in unfathomable pain. The healing seems to be endless but
in time I accept God's will. Though my connection to their soul is so infinite
vast and eternal. There are days of boundless tears that could fill an ocean.
There are times they whisper to me in my bottomless pit of sadness and I
feel their touch. I hear my baby crying and I am shattered, over and over.
in an green graveyard
their bones are waiting for me . . .
whispers haunt my sleep
Oh, the depths of my grief has layers on layers, like the petals of a flower.
There are days when it is more intense, and I must disappear. I fold my
petals like a rose or my wings like a butterfly. And in an imaged place
silent and remote, my innermost soul seeks to comfort me, taking me to
the depths of a magical forest where I walk the paths with God by my side.
Or to the depths of a deep blue aqua sea, where I float in tranquility. Some
days are dark nights and some nights are like cold winters with snow falling.
their souls are waiting
when I lift the veil of life . . .
let go they whisper
Holly confident about singing
bragged a bit about easy winning
until joined acclaimed contest
she performed her real best
sadly, trophy left her hope crushing!
her friends were completely heart-broken
they believed in every word spoken
Holly found a new pastime
playing harp was worth her time!
Holly maintained her options open!
Playing delicate harp no less fun
she was highly cheered by everyone
for contest she was not keen
Holly was hardly braggin'
much better to enjoy under sun
February 25, 2022
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Is it possible? This new dawn to wake upon? To build all thee shallow hope onto? Maybe.., maybe not, why not try then? Sure we’ll have broken hearts and shadowed trust, in trusting hope, but the hell we are broken, we are down? Why the hell not hope again although it kills us? Try again, although we’ll lose? After all let’s gamble, and whatever comes out, comes out.
Let’s hope or perhaps look forward to better things, although they would never be, the pleasure of their thought give us temporary happiness, so why not treasure this little delight while we have it?
Yes we are fragile, we are strong, we are hopeless, we are hopeful, we are afraid, we are fearless. It’s all this run around, going back and worth; doubt and regret follows us around, fear and anxiety strikes us again. But we are human.
We can trust again although we have been betrayed various times, we can love again although we have been heart broken, soul beaten, after all we did cry, we did consume the water of our soul over and over, thinking it’ll do us a little good or not thinking at all, just crying, easing, or although straining us, we do it.
After all this, this crying, this loving, this betraying, this losing, this lying, this fearing, this ever-all tiring living, we go back to our source, our creator, our guide, our merciful God, we all call upon him, asking forgiveness and strength. Crying in his name, tears of tiredness, of misery, of pleading, of salvage, we give him our all, we drop everything, and pray, cry, pray, ask him “Oh God, all merciful, when all thy people left us, betrayed us, we have none to come back to, oh save us, oh love us, we have none other than you”
And we repeat this over and over, crying once more, then falling, our tears they exhaust us, consume us, we close our eyes, and as The Merciful casts mercy upon us, we sleep, we die, then after a while, we wake up again with new eyes, new skin, new thoughts, a sense of comfort is wrapped within us; we are eased “Thank You, Oh God” we whisper.
Call
This is a, direct action.
Pick up the phone, dial the number,
you know by heart…
she is waiting.
Ever there too;
listen to your woes, cut your toes,
bring you a snack, and rub your back.
Pick up your cape… superman!
Walk tall knowing “you” have been given;
every song, every cheer, every thought…
throughout the year.
She made the best of whatever there was…
but there was never very much.
Funny made up stories, told way late at night,
snuggles and kisses, that tickled like fishes…
Laughter and loving, everyone misses.
Homemade cakes, muffins, and breads.
Warm smells that make memory dance.
Hot soup and band-aids, tissues and hugs,
school work, clean clothes, good shoes…
and knit socks, “glorious” socks.
Help with a resume, rehearsing for a job.
Her heart, broken as she gracefully let go.
Still;
always there to pick up, drop-off, put up, take down,
bring back borrow or beg for…,
to make all “as it should be”.
She is still waiting.