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Premium Member Phoolish Phantom

How foolish am I?!?
YEARS beyond our sad end.
Multiple relationships past the
Joy of all that we shared and were,
I doubt I even (fleetingly) enter your mind,
Let alone time the cadence of your heart to mine,
Or polish the gold memories in your pocket, as I do.
What an absurdly pathetic and commiserative fool I am!!
I still find myself, on more occasions than I hate to (begrudgingly)
Admit, not only pining away in the night about how the sad moonbeams
Through my window connect me to you in some odd, existential sort of way,
Or sitting on the beach at the ocean, casually writing little messages in
The sand that you'll never, ever see, but ALSO writing you poems!
And songs! And even Letters and emails that I'll never send,
Though I spend FAR too long making sure they're JUST
RIGHT. What the hell is wrong with me?? It's been
A decade-and-a-half since you so lovingly
"Dear John"-ed me on my birthday,
(Our kids nearby so I wouldn't
Make a scene - I wouldn't
Have ANYway) ...

Inside my birthday
Card, at that ... my damn
BIRTHDAY card!! Gotta say,
That was pretty freakin' cold, and I
Would never have pegged you to be so
Heartless. I thought I knew you - thought I knew
You better than anyone, so many deep, dark secrets
We shared, or discovered - but it seems you hid that brutal
Side away from me, and saved it for that last, keen, cutting farewell.
The joke was on me, (and I sometimes imagine you laughing at the whole
Cold birthday card "Dear John" thing with your friends ... "Oh, you should've
SEEN his face - turned a hundred shades, then white! But what could he
SAY?!? It was a birthday party, for chrissakes!! Oh, my god what a
Hilarious joke!!") ... Yeah, that really was a stroke of icy cold
Breakup genius, I must admit. I wonder if it was your
Idea, or if one of your treasured friends or family
Came up with it? Doesn't matter now, does
It? And it doesn't matter that I still
Care. And it doesn't matter
That I waste time ...

Perfectly good time,
Writing poems for
Someone who's a
Ghost ... things is,
I'M the goddam
Ghost ... a sad,
Sorry apparition,
Slowly but surely
Disapparating into
Nothingness, and
Happy to do so, to
Carry this damn pain
To my sacred oblivion ...
Form: Shape


From My Short Story 'Lonesome'

Her hand upon my neck she swung herself around. 
She placed her other hand on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. 
Her long black hair fell beyond her waist. Her smile of love turned to sadness.

She spoke,
 
“Oh, you are not he for that my heart longs.
Now I still feel all sadness in my songs.”

She continued.

“For as the sun arose and the light filled my room,
I waited for my love, as does my empty womb.

Where are the hands that do caress,
And where is he soothed by my breast?
Mirror in hand my beauty for him.
A stroll or a ride or a romp on a whim.
Together with him I’m ever complete.
We lay under the stars in a field of wheat.
Next to me I tremble with delight.
In his gentleness I put up no fight.
I’m never afraid where he takes his love,
Beyond the heavens soaring far above.
Stay with me a little longer, don’t go.
Your soul in mine I’ll never say no!
As his hands they travel my slender frame,
He whispers so gently to me, my name.
Glinting in moonlight his beads of sweat,
I wipe with my hands, his brow so wet.
He looks deep in my eyes and can feel my heart.
Our breathing the same please lets never part.
His head on my breast, my hands through his hair.
For a moment together we both gasp for air…

That night long since gone my love off to war,
He never returned my heart ever sore.

Each morning I wake the light fills my room.
I wait for my love, as does my empty womb."
 
Her hands upon my face she looked deep into my eyes…
I felt her love and the love she lost. 
Her broken heart and sadness filled my soul.

She turned away and walked into the mirror.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mr Mccheesy Feet

Mr McCheesy has large feet
wears size 40 shoes, no simple feat
plip! plop! thud! phud!
was all you could hear
miles before he would appear

Many would hide to hold themselves safe
not wanting his cheesy feet near their face
many scorned, poked fun, gave retreat
all ran and hide, but never to seek

Mr McCheesy felt alone in despair
for he truly felt no one did care
mock him, tease him, laugh did they
each time he passed anytime of the day

One darkened morning 
a fierce storm came calling
torrential rain lashed heavily down
ground gurgling, mud pouring
all ran, found cover, all prayed
 
When all was calm was plain to see
the devastation they did not forsee
disbelief, shock an all forlorn 
wheat and corn was all gone
sodden wet mud laid bare openly
mangled limbs from drowned trees

Roads now broken, buried in ground
how was they going to travel around?
stuck, cut off from outside life
they knew to be in heavy strife

In distance a familiar sound echoed flew
splish splosh splush vibrated through 
Mr McCheesy the man with large feet
pounding down the ground skillfully neat

Creating a road solid and sound
for everyone to convey around
feet echoing sounds they once did fear
now welcomed with loud roaring cheers

Lone warrior working his large feet
In rhythms of phuds and splats
Mr McCheesy on hearing their claps
spurred on reclaim land to reap
 
Added cheers erupted, boomed loud and clear
"you've made the horror disappear
Mr McCheesy you've saved the day
hip! hip! hooray! hooray!"

From that day forward none laughed at him again
ashamed and guilty of their bullying and pain
for he was their hero he saved the day 
a statue was erected in his grand name

We are all unique with qualities of difference 
some dont see, only show of their ignorance
god gave to us for reasons unknown
were all different it is often shown
but the devil he teases and tempts with his sin
turns us into imbeciles and cruelty sets in

If ever your teased to having cheesy feet
remember the tale wrote above
cheesy feet who saved that day 
gave so much and forever his love

                                  26.08.20

Poison

Poison


My pain is contagious, so don’t come any closer,
I don’t want you to suffer, as I must suffer.
I won’t let this pain, eat away at you too,
This is my cross to carry, 
Don’t let it be a burden to you.


For one must hurt and two can’t suffer in silence.
For you to be free, I alone must go through this.


Keep your distance and I’ll keep my promises;
To keep you away from all this sadness.
Even though you and I, I wish could be,
I have to hurt you sooner rather than later,
To allow you to be free.


Please accept this as fact and please accept my apologies,
Accept this is the way, things have to be.
Accept you’re better off without me,
Please accept my best wishes 
And deny any feelings you may feel.


For you can do better, have had better and are better,
You can avoid this sad sorrow, forever and ever.
You can find happiness, with someone who can be happy,
But I shall always get depressed, there is no cure for me.


Imagine a dark mist, seeping into your skin,
Then you will understand what it is like to be loved by me.
You can try all you like, to make me happy,
But I’m a cancer of the heart, 
So I won’t drag you down with this sinking ship.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
© Aa Harvey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Premium Member The Girl Who Wears a Mask

Every morning when I get up-   I reach for my mask,
and why do I want to hide myself, you ask?
I hide my regret and forever, ever pain,
I wear a mask with a smile so I don't go insane.

So my family and friends will think I am fine,
I laugh and shine and tell them my life is divine;
no one knows behind this mask is a girl shattered,
my heart and soul ever tattered and battered.

Oh why, why is my love but a name engraved,
and why, why could my baby not be saved;
I wear this happy mask to hide my broken heart,
but deep, deep within me dwells the sweet part.

_________________________
September 4, 2017


Rhyme/The Girl Who Wears A Mask
Copyright Protected, ID 937262
Form: Rhyme


Candlelight Flames Flickered In Fall - Part 2

Candlelight Flames Flickered in Fall - part 2

Strip me in your ways today
Naked, dancing~ In this Rain
Strip me of this pain away
Naked, prancing, gaining fame
Strip me with your golden eyes
Your golden hair
Your golden stare
Strip me naked in the Rain
Strip me naked I so dare

Dancing & Dancing
So beautiful you stand
Dancing & Prancing
Our love in the sand
Dancing this Dance
A little late ~ 6-11 slammed

So scream for me in God's Name
Taking this pain~ A spiraling divine
Scream for me in God's Name
Fuqqed and preached slow ticking to unwind
Scream for me today as you
Make me Rock & Roll
You penetrate my soul
Forever we will go
Unclean we fiend for more

Dream all this away~ as we bleed,,masturbate this hole
Dream all this today, for together we'll "Stay Gold"
Dream & dream away ~ Little treasure cut me clean
Dream of her this way ~ Filthy pleasure ~ Lost control

So strip me naked in the Rain
Strip me, rape me~ So insane
Strip me, take me~ Play me, Friend
Kill me, fill me, this twist, a broken fist
Fuqqed me hard ~ So slit this wrist
A "fuqq Me" card
So fuqq ~ I missed
So fuqqing hard and then we kissed

BURN ~ These Candlelight Flames Away
BURN ~ These Candles tonight for today
BURN ~ These Candles ~ And never stay away 

A lust list whispered understands
Her face so weathered, take my hand
A life so severed understands
Our love so treasured ~ Destined plan


'Cuz ~ In my psycho world
She's my psycho girl
My lyrics cold jam
And she's my psycho world

And in this letter to you
She's so much better than you
I wrote this letter, it's true
She's so much better than you

by Christian Alexander
Copyright © 2015 Christian Alexander
Form: Ballad

Clinical Death

You do not care and now I can't feel.
How unlike the situation between us,
we both have changed but we do not reveal.
Under social esteem, we both are dealing
with no emotions left perhaps and less appealing.
How unknown we have become
but we hardly reveal.
Perhaps that's how emotions breathe their last breath!
Born by the adrenaline finally into the hands of psychiatrists a clinical death.
Now medicine calms my nerves and brain cells,
but these used to be calmed by long-distance kisses and your essence.
Once the vows we had taken for eternity
are now the prisoner of maturity.
We have become the perfect social component:
that we like each other on social sites 
but the conversation never starts again!
Now medicines give me that relief
that I used to get from long conversations and fell asleep.
But you had to die a premature death
as you were becoming heavy in my mind and I couldn't breathe.
Therefore I buried you alive in the core of my heart,
but my feelings were not fallen apart.
At last, my emotions breathe their last breath
in the hands of psychiatrists, a clinical death.

Crushed

In a game of love, shadows loom,
A crush that turns my heart to gloom.
I walk a path of silent pain,
Where love's sweet whispers turn to rain.

In dreams, your smile lights the way,
But reality brings a disarray.
A crush, a weight upon my chest,
Love's bitter game, a harsh jest.

Your smile, a ray in the dark,
Yet it conceals a painful spark.
In this dance, I'm just a pawn,
Crushed by love that lingers on.

Each beat, a melody of sorrow,
Love's song with a bitter tomorrow.
In your presence, a storm takes flight,
Leaving shattered dreams in the night.

Oh, unreturned, love's bitter taste,
A silent scream, a soul laid to waste.
In shadows deep, my heart does cry,
A wounded love that won't say goodbye.

So here I stand, love's chance denied,
A heart shattered, feelings set aside.
A crush, a storm that won't depart,
Love's painful symphony, crushing my heart.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When Your World Falls Apart

(Rhyme) 


What do you do, when your world falls apart? 
What do you do? when somebody breaks your heart, 
You want for all the gray clouds to part 
And to bring in your world only sunshine 

What do you do, when your world falls apart? 
And nothing in your life seems to go for you right, 
But in the darkest moments of your life, you still fight to survive, 
For all that you hold dear, and you believe deep in your heart. 

What do you do, when your world falls apart? 
And you sit there alone in the dark, and you cry only to God. 
What to do when your heart is just bleeding, from too many wounds, 
That have been inflicted on you, and makes you only just fall apart. 

What do you do, when your world starts falling apart? 
I would say to you my friend just to get up fast and make a new start, 
Get in touch with yourself as fast as you can leave your past behind 
And always  remember, that tomorrow it's another day! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2014 


November,20,2014
Form: Rhyme

Dancing By Myself

Dancing by myself

I remember,
the first time,
you put your hand in mine,

the same as you did,
ten thousand times later

I remember,
that first dance 
at our wedding...
oh so many years ago,

with our friends and loved one's
watching and smiling 
and crying tears of joy for us

I remember,
my arm around your waist,
and we were swaying to the music
underneath the stars, 
in the moonlight

I remember,
seeing love's reflection...
as we gazed into each others eyes,

I remember,
feeling the solace, 
comfort and the love in the dance

I remember,
each dress that you wore,
with each dance, 
how perfectly it fit,
and how,
we too,
fit perfectly together

I remember,
the fragrance you wore,
with each dance,
oh... how I remember, 
your touch,
your taste, 
your yearning, 
your passion
with each tango, 
with each waltz

I remember,
your smile,
as you looked at me,
with that look of love,
that look...
that smile
is forever etched
in my mind and in my heart's memory

You are unforgettable to me...
even, as you fade away from me, 

I am not even a memory...to you
I am the invisible man, 
standing right in front of you,

and you have disappeared, vanished,
from view...
hiding in your own mind's reality

So now, 
with tears 
streaming down my face,

I put on the music, 
and,
it soothes and comforts me,
as I dance by myself...

remembering...
you.



September 10,2017

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