You call yourself my father but you never even bother to call me your daughter.
I sat for a while thinking about you
I thought that maybe hes on the moon
“Mollee what did you do, to make him leave all of you?”
I realize that it was never my fault
Hes and adult
Why should I blame myself for him walking away, it’s not like i was old enough to tell him to stay
Thinking about him leaving used to hurt more then bleeding.
I'm 14 now and somehow I still don't know why you left
you just settled on theft.
5/11/26 6:21 PM
In my bed windows open
Cool air filled the room
Rustling trees and sad country songs
I sat alone in the dark consumed by the songs you taught me to love
Hearing your voice in each line
Smelling your cologne in each guitar strum
Feeling your arms around me
With each drumbeat echoing through the dead night
I feel the pain of each heartstring stretch out to you then
Snap.
I cave and crawl back to you like an addict to her vice
I wish my addiction was something simple, a bottle, a powder,
something that doesn’t kiss your neck
then pretend not to see you in the hallway
I read the final messages you sent
Hoping i'd remember how my heart bent
But even through the fire the thought of you was ice cooling me
You made me cry and I still wanted you
You're the medicine I need but also the one killing me
I’m told you’re not good for me,
but my body and mind crave you anyway
And I looked at you with bedroom eyes, hoping you wouldn’t see the tears
and would want me back
even for a night
But I never win that fight
I am the whisper, subtle and unseen,
A shadow stretching, where goodness has been.
I build my castles on shifting sand,
Demanding tribute from every hand,
A silent monument to what I crave,
A selfish master, a gilded grave.
I stand apart, though surrounded close,
Consumed by self, in the seeds I sow.
We are the bronze-shod feet that do not tire,
The hollow boast that sets the plain on fire;
We crave the field where every loss is gain,
And drink the bitter vintage of the rain.
We are the thirst that no peace can appease,
The roaring mouths that strip the olive trees,
And watch the cities dwindle to a name,
All for the mirrored glory of our flame.
But notice the sunbeam, a delicate gleam,
Piercing the darkness, a hopeful, soft stream.
For even the deepest of shadows can cease,
When the light of awareness brings solace and peace.
The garden can flourish, the ego can cease its reign,
And the self finds connection, again and again.
Sweetest Dreams Realized
Sweetest dreams realized.
How awesome to receive in life before I’ve died
gifts most prized.
Gladness I feel -
to be like a child wide-eyed
with zeal.
The best
is my life’s ride:
blessed.
Sweetest dreams realized
to be just like a child, wide-eyed -
blessed!
I am the mistress
of matter and bone,
a zombie queen
of the Lost City of Mortality.
I just realized, that
most of my poems
are about love – Albeit,
not the physical aspects
of love – I mean, how often
we need to feel one another
up? For the different aspects
of love may be infinite: starting
with the Touchy-feely, sinking us
deeper, beyond – penetrating
membranes of surface moisture
to far vaster
thermal seas –
I grew up with fear
The worst one being
Losing my mom
The one person who I knew
Would love me
No matter what
Even if the stars
All fell from the sky
If night turned to day
And day to night
There would always be
Assurance of her love
If the sun stopped shining
And the moon wouldn’t rise
If everything good went away
If I was only left with
Worry and pain
Still there would be
Her love so enlightening
Fear of losing her
Haunted my thoughts
Caused me to scream silently
In nightmares that plague
Horrid dreadful fears
That would pursue me
Throughout my life
Only to guarantee me
That unless I died young
These fears would, one day
be
Realized
Realized Dream
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine,
Sun hint suitcases in unkempt closet,
Copy of an E-ticket stretches trash,
Cellphone replenished, impotent ere long.
A bowl of flakes stifles in cooling milk,
Sunny nook preps up a stylish bud vase,
The label I hide on the wine bottle,
A meek proxy is flowerless again.
My front door astir, neighbors all gathered,
They told me of the psycho cat's demise,
No tipped refuse cans, injuries, and noise,
Hostilities quell, regrets swells the heart.
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach,
Two jugglers feats midst solo guitar strums,
Two cyclist clips between throngs set on foot,
Spellbound scenes of sunbathers plus swimmers.
2020 October 03
What's condemned today as "racist"
~ used to be called simple ignorance
Do you remember when you were silent,
I decided to settle for little,
You didn't answer me again,
He looked tired with me.
I realized that the doors were closed to me
In moments when everything was good.
All our feelings are already forgotten by you,
Then you were already with another soul.
Be friends with you when I remember the body,
When did kisses burn in the night?
Your soul has warmed me for many years,
But we are not friends, go and be silent!
I left too, leaving no trace,
Left without a single feeling
Love has passed and this is the trouble,
But don't feel sorry for me!
I must get up and go,
Even when I'm in a lot of pain
Just let me cross the street
And I will turn back involuntarily.
I am thrown into the depths of reason
Why I will never be with you
You're not the last of the men
I'll wait until I forget you.
Older.
I realized,
I am getting older.
Taking care of responsibilities,
growing softer as well bolder.
I realized,
I am still not enough.
Enough to understand the humanity stuffs.
But never mind, I do have time.
I want to see more,
learn more and do more.
More than who I am today,
better version of who I was yesterday.
Oh!
Now I am grown.
I am 18 years old.
[b][center]
Love at first sight, I find
didn't work for me.
Maybe I'm a different kind.
Felt views were free
Did she?
No, I don't want to blame
for dreadful act.
I never expected the same.
Didn't assess tact
That's fact.
I thought you were the one
for me; got hurt;
realized nothing can be done.
Heard talks so curt,
your blurt.
~x~[/center][/b]
His face was serious
His voice was more than something professional.
She had darker circles under her eyes.
She was absent-minded,
She was lost somewhere else.
“ Please, tell me, are you hearing voices now?” He asked.
Her pale face turned to him, “No.”
He was scanning her face.
He asked again,” Are you sure?”
She got a bit agitated.
She looked in his eyes in search of something.
She saw nothingness curved in perfection, style.
She was looking for words, helplessly.
And then she gave up.
That night before sleeping, she wanted to write
She wanted to write about love
She wanted to write about hope
She wanted to write about peace.
She wanted to write about a timeless verse of beauty.
She watched the night sky brimming with stars
Tired, she wanted to die in a deep sleep
She was aspiring for the sacred most dream
She was longing for a voice
Talking to the angels of Babil.
And then she realized what she wrote
She wrote only one word, one huge word
Voices.
I realized how a gem-cutter turned into a potter
And turned me into beautiful pot to hold my emotions,
realized how a queen turned into a slave
And loved me as i wanted to be,
I realized how sweet essence turned into healer
And healed my wounds of heart which were unrecoverable,
I realized how our last bench conversation turned into love
And made me feel love again.
Realized Trump Went On Rant
Realized when Trump went on a rant,
Because again was told that he can't,
Start a storm,
Even if warm;
Measured mind and only saw a scant.
Jim Horn
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