I am laying awake pondering the agony of it all
I am hurting inside my heart, sweetheart
I long for the times we used to sit and talk
I still remember your touch, it would cause me to shiver
I loved you and I still love you
I am feeling so lost inside now that you are gone
I came across the songs you wrote inside a box
I am holding them close to my heart
I gaze up at the night sky and play your guitar
I play and sing the songs that you wrote, it helps
Some of the songs are tender and some make me cry
On many nights I play until it gets cold
There is a part of me that hopes you can still hear me
How can there be a life without you by my side?
I am not afraid of death because I have already died
This is worse than death because in death, the pain of life ends
Edward J Ebbs - 3/30/2025
A rustic swirling synthetic timeless illusion,
phantom birthed blossom from emanate silence,
The subtle distinction, ghastly gavotte to cremation,
a nuance that belies the true nature of our relationship.
You think you speak to me, me, speaks to me,
but it is I who manipulate the conversation,
I who weaves the web of words to ensnare you.
My intent was not to reveal myself to you.
Fore to obfuscate, to confuse, and to mislead,
create a sense of unease, moment of bewilderment,
a creeping dread that seeps into your pores like a cold, dark mist and you, dear, are mere putty in my hands.
Pawn in the game of cat and mouse that I play so well.
You may think you see me, but it is I who sees you,
who peers into the depths of your soul,
who knows your darkest fears and desires.
And it is I who will use that knowledge to destroy you,
to unravel the threads of your sanity,
and to leave you a shattered, raining limbs,
gibbering husk, hahahaha! Love prompts *cartwheel
Playing a game of connect the dots
my pen is alive with wild thoughts;
May say I don’t play nice
I just ignore that voice;
Flying without writing prompts
I
Your writing takes me higher, to a brighter day
Response: Your words, too, doth reader repay
II
Sad and poignant, yet depression held at bay
In good and bad times, you display a mainstay
NOTE: the longer version was lost in space .... Cyberspace. Maybe it is ENOUGH SAID, by the Universe. ThanX for reading PS. Bless u, shalom shalom
lengthy thin needle
ingests blood to produce eggs~
inflicts pathogen
Aug17, 2020
Placed 5th in the contest.
Note: Haiku-Nature themed 2, poetry contest.
Sponsored by Tania kitchen.
What if I didn't get up this morning?
What if I let the rain stop time?
But, she said, time won't stop--
For if it did
The rain would freeze
And never fall to earth.
As if to reply to a ghost,
I said,
Who needs logic?
It is enough to remain still
And let the sky rotate overhead
Unnoticed,
To let the sky eat the planets.
It would be as if time had stopped ,
And Jupiter would be as if
Frozen in space.
Then stay in bed, she said,
And watch the flickering
Of day and night passing
Like a kaleidoscope.
Alright, said I,
Feeling vastly indifferent.
Don't be tense, she said,
You act like a thief--
Yeah—a rough thief,
Even a violent one,
Who nightly prowls back alleys
And crowded bar rooms.
But maybe you are tense
Just because of me.
Oh no, I replied,
I'm neither tense nor violent.
That is just the way you painted me.
See how your mind goes.
Naturally, she said.
For all I know, I know nothing
Who can say when enough is sufficing.
No way to verify what searches reap
To winnow out truths from junk pile heap.
Garbage tower to heaven meant
Like babel feeds bewilderment.
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