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The Untold Story
The flashing headlights intensely illuminated the gloomy faces of the sweetgum tree
The tears fell from the sky like God's Shower , constant and cleansing
The troubled night shrouded the steady strolling figures like an unfulfilled corpse
The Killer parked his hesitant vehicle upon the eroded curbside
The indifferent priest discharged his shallow yet nessacery words upon the silhouetted congregation
"We are gathered today to mourn the death of Linda Whittington..."
The words were unclear due to the remorseful rain
Buffering the consolation like a badly tuned radio
Suddenly, an irrelevant relative broke out :
"She didn't deserve to die ...a moment of silence please"
The Killer smirked to himself
As the theatrical tears of distant relatives who arrived for the free food Conjoined with the Shower droplets
Headed towards the drainage
The Killer picked up a pair of sodden dandelions from the moist ground
And heard, staggeringly clearly , through the rain
"Thank you Magnus"
Magnus placed the now blood-stained
dandelions in the grave
And allowed himself to be encapsulated by the determined Darkness
~Whoever
Copyright © Whoever However | Year Posted 2023
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Moving silently without direction
Like an old Saint
Quick yet perturbed
Mimicking a malnourished child
A silhouetted figure in the dark
Slithers across the curve of the Earth
While the dewdrops gather at their pruned toes
Just to find
You.
~Whoever
Copyright © Whoever However | Year Posted 2023
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"Absence makes the love grow"
Absence grows love?
grows love??
Okay but what is what is absence?
Fair enough
But surely, if
In love will grow
Does that mean that
The lover loves the lovee more when the lovee is not in e
eyeshot
and earshot
and noseshot
and mouthshot
and even tongueshot?
Surely not but hmmm
...then what?
Perhaps the statement's truth lies in the fact that
Pain brought about by wanting to
be even a foot closer to her
hear her gentle chuckle
be....there
Seems sweeter than the pain of her being in my life
Clearly making me sadistic but I know that this "sad" will
not "stic" around forever
Like a donkey being led on with a apple as time goes by ,
Your
desperate
desperate
desire to indulge in it's sweetness only seems to grow
However I desire not only the sweetness of the apple , I too don't mind experiencing the
Bitterness
Hardness
Sourness
I REALLY DONT CARE.
I JUST NEED MY APPLE.
So perhaps I should allow to do its thing
Guess my mind will continue to ironically...spiral mindlessly
Guess my fingers will have to wait for the day I see them to get shake uncontrollably
Guess my arms will continue to not be 'arm'ed with her warm embrace
Guess my smile will have to wait to conquer my face , even when her presence ismiles away
Guess my lips will remain dry, not being moistened by hers
And that's okay.
Because the of marks the end of the in my heart.
But theres only one way to find out,
Right?
Copyright © Whoever However | Year Posted 2025
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I miss her.
Maybe I should call her...
.............
"Come on man, is she really all that?"
Yeah.
She's U T T E R L Y
I
M
E
L
E
S
S
However, I don't miss her
The way old men miss the "good ol' days"
Or the way teachers miss capital punishment
Or the way boarding students miss their home
No.
I miss her
The way addicts miss their drugs
H
G
I
(When she's here I feel H )
The way gibbons miss their mates
(I did research on this, ok?)
The way left shoes miss the right shoes
(If she left , it would never feel right again)
..................
"What does she do to make you feel this way, man"
Well...
Her Smile Her Jokes
Her Eyes Her Hugs
Her Laugh. Her Strength
But also
Her Frown Her Complaints
Her Clumsiness Her Shin kicks
Her Cries Her Vulnerability
(I could keep going, trust me)
She's got a gorilla's grip on my heart
And call me sadistic but
I don't want her to let go
..............
"Damn, how many years has it been since you've spoken"
Years?
Nope.
72 hours.
"Yikes."
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So.
Time to see her.
At 2:48pm.
Wake up (4:00).
Constant strutting.
Nails chewed.
Overthinking.
Stress-eating.
2 hour shower.
:):(:):(:):(:) (whatever that is)
4 kilograms of Dad's cologne.
8 kilograms of Mom's hair cream.
Overthinking.
Should I cancel?
Overthinking.
Overthinking.
Overthinking.
................
Arrived.
I'm a grown man.
I can do this.
No biggie.
Filled with fake confidence
Walking around.
Chest inflated.
Humming a tune.
Soldier-like posture.
................
See her in the distance.
All.
Hell.
Breaks.
Loose.
Confidence dissipated.
Legs stiff.
Chest deflated.
Nervous mutters to myself.
Ragdoll posture.
She's in front of me.
Oh no
Oh
No
Oh
No
Oh-
But then...she smiles and...
.Silence.Peace.Serenity.
My mind devoid of anything but her
Wow he's ethereal.
Wow her smile could illuminate midnight.
Wow she makes any clothes gleam.
Wow her skin looks like silk.
Wow her galaxy-like eyes.
Wow her -
Wait is her mouth moving?
Uh oh
Uhhhh
"Sorry, did you say something?"
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Me? Corny?
No.
But...
...
...
I dream that I could go to war
simply so a picture of her is nestled
in my top shirt pocket
at all times.
I'm still not corny, man.
But...
...
...
I fill my mind with thoughts of entering Noah's ark with
her for a (150 day) date
Hand in hand
As a pair of anteaters
(makes long-distance kissing easier)
I'm still not corny.
But...
...
...
I sometimes hope that I need a blood transfusion from
her every 42 days so that I can always have
a piece of her
with me
at all times.
I'm not corny.
But...
...
...
But everyday,
Without fail
I pray that one day at the ripe age of 70
I could
herd my grandchildren around my chair so
I could
explain every little thing that she did that
would humble even Frane Selak,
Only for her to come in and yell
"You left the dishes, again"
in that hypnotizing voice that I know all too
well to which we all will erupt in laughter
and-and-and....
Ok.
I'm corny.
Damn it.
Copyright © Whoever However | Year Posted 2025
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