Vernal Equinox
This is a day for picking up
that cast-aside poetry book
about dreams deferred, its clarity
a balm to your chafing heart.
This is a day for cabernet or single
malt scotch, as you sit, dressed in
flannel PJs beside a crackling fire.
Let the day-long rain clean windows
wash streets, coax roots, feed seeds,
kiss buds keen to burst into blossoms.
Let Winter’s protracted discontent pass
and Spring give birth to hope.
It’s the last day of school and everyone is finally becoming friends
While we all start to understand
Old sad sentiments
I’m outside on the soccer field signing yearbooks
Name loopy
Hearts scribbled quickly
And for some reason the sun already seems to be setting
Mason and noah steal a kiss when they think no one is looking
Samantha gives her number to callie
It’s the last day of school and everyone is finally tolerating eachother
After years of longing to leave
We finally have a reason to stay
Those old sad sentiments suddenly seem cruel
And evil teachers cry while receiving hugs
The sun sets on one last day that you will all be together
The bus ride home is bittersweet
You let tears fall as my head rattles
Roughly on the window
Its my last day of school nd I hope that we will still be friends after this drive
When I move away
Call me when adages start to feel to accurate
Or when sad sentiments feel too real
I promise to always pick up the phone
limping through nights alley
bottles bones and tin
odd shadows told me
turn the corner, run into yourself
and then you’ll never limp again
Dear L,
It’s nice to hear from you,
I like knowing what’s going on in your life,
Even if we don’t really talk about a lot.
I like hearing about how you and your partner are doing,
I like hearing that you’re happy.
It’s nice to know you’ve found your person,
I used to wish I could go back and change things,
But I don’t think that anymore.
I’m happy for you, I truly am.
I know we’ll lose contact someday,
but I’ll still think about you from time to time,
Because I consider you one of my best friends
and I am very happy I met you.
Dear L,
thank you.
I remember the moment,
When my heart shattered,
Into a million pieces.
The pain was unbearable,
I cried until my tears ran dry,
Feeling lost and alone,
Wondering how I would ever,
Move on from this heartbreak.
But slowly, as time went on,
That dagger to the heart,
Released itself from me.
And your face was no longer sharp in my mind,
And our time together blurred.
I’m at peace now.
Are you?
What we seek
In the unpleasantness
We find in situations,
Times or experiences.
In the hopes of closure
In unfair treatment,
Disrespected and hurt
To an extent undeserved.
We seek a sense of
Peace and understanding
In releasing it all
Before putting things to an end.
We seek one final goodbye,
Hoping to hear another side
Or reasoning for their actions.
So we may reach closure.
Sometimes, we don’t get that.
We have to move on,
Accepting that closure
Between some
Will never be reached.
We can only put it behind us
And move on from the pain.
For closure is not about others
But finding it withing ourselves.
When seeking this closure,
It is determined by us
Whether it is reached or not.
Nobody else.
Closure
Is only done
In ourselves
With ourselves
For ourselves.
I was good to u
But to you I was only good enough to be used
I cared for you deeply
I told myself I had forgive u if u ever cheated
I told myself I had run after u even if u got married , but twas all a lie
I will always have a soft spot for you but u have stabbed me in the back
U wrecked me bad
It's time to move on
I hear the alarm bells
Thinking of you is pain
Love is vain
I guess I will be all alone on my deathbed
Having lost all trust
A thousand poems
A million quotes
But none of it
Was enough
To show me the truth.
I had to realize
It for myself.
Only I could
Open my own eyes.
I have seen people so kind...
And their stories rewind...
It is hard to remind...
The thoughts that unwind...
Strangers turning warmer...
Past becoming dormer...
Every day goes faster...
Making me a master...
Feelings unsaid...
Words unheard...
I strive into the unknown...
Turning the tables all alone...
What is life...
Other than a piece of our mind...
One not to strife...
Let it go and be kind!!!
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