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Piece Me Together

Silence and deaf ears.
Sad times and many tears.
Friends and family so relieving.
Eyes and hearts in me believing.
Times of trial hard to recover.
No time or love from another.
Welcoming arms and open hearts.
Help and comfort and a new start.
Take these things and piece me together.
Take away the bad things and I'll feel better.
Haven't you needed this yourself?
Will you add to it or will you help?
  Hold me close and never leave.
  Keep the puzzle together and you'll be an important piece.

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It's Better Now

Sometimes, life isn't always how
It looks at first. It's all better now.
I felt so overwhelmed by the world's demands,
But I feel better knowing she understands.
I no longer have to regret the things I've said.
I know now that I can move on instead.
I felt as if I was without that thing I could never find.
Now I'm back in my body and back in my mind.
I found that moment where my world was bright.
I found that the sky's still blue and my world's alright.
Loves are loves, traitors are traitors, but family is always there.
Now I can look nearer for someone to care. 
I hope that everyone can be like me and find shelter from the rain.
Love, family, friends, help, anything to help fight against your pain.

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I'Ll Be Home Soon

Between the time that
The sun peaks from the east
To the time it
Descends to the west-
From the moment
I open my eyes
To the single instant
I fall to a blissful coma-
In the time that it takes
To go a thousand miles 
Away from home-
From the start to the finish 
Of my daily routine-
From off the pillow
To back on-
Between sunrise and sunset,
I've thought of you many times
And will always,
My dear friend-
I'll be home soon.

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You Already Know

I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But I'm okay knowing that
Just as long as you 
Love me
For being
Who I am when I'm 
Discovering who I am
And how I cope.
I don't work with metal;
I don't work with wood.
All I have are my words,
Spoken in 
Hopefully, a poetic way.
I speak and I speak,
But when I write,
In a way,
Nothing gets spoken.
I'm not motivational;
I'm not inspirational,
But as long as I 
Move a wistful soul
From time to time, I'm good.
I'm cold,
Scared,
Confused,
But it seems
I'm running out 
Of time 
And people to talk to.
I want to speak
With my words, but
It seems only my
Ranting of how I'm 
Stuck and lost 
Gets my point across.
I can send your mind
In a spin;
Only because 
I am constantly spinning
With overindulgences 
Such as
Being loved 
And even hated.
I spin from giving,
And, in return, 
Being spun some more.
Puzzles compose
Every metaphor.
Time-
Power-
Love-
Effort-
Trust-
Life in general;
Only, I tend 
To put pieces 
Where they belong,
Then come to discover
That, later, they grow
And start to mesh.
I don't know
If, looking back, 
I'll only see me 
Waisting my time 
Or looking over
What helped me through it.
I couldn't tell you
That everything I cherish
Will be there
Or even here tomorrow.
The ones who understand 
And know more
Of me than I do myself
Are the ones that
Keep me spinning.
So, here is me speaking.
I feel as if 
I'm looking through 
A narrow telescope
That is covered 
On the other end.
I see 
What I choose to see,
But what's that to 
The world?
They don't have the time
To keep up 
Or slow down;
Just
Going their steady pace
Until they find the time 
To waste it.
I wish,
I hope,
I wander,
But no matter
Where I go, 
I only see 
That I'm finding nothing.
My mind
Is tired, 
But my emotions
Are ready to fight.
Bring it on;
I can and
Continue to take your shots.
Take me-
Hold me in your arms
Until I'm safe
And fall asleep...
Maybe when I wake up
I won't be scared, confused,
Torn and lonely.
Maybe I'll wake up and realize
It was a dream and I'm safe
Because you are there.
I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But you know who I am 
And love me for it.

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Junk Food

As I hunger..
I fill myself up with
Food from past failures.

It's over-indulging.
It's only temporary,
But it is filling.

I could reminisce on thing that are good,
Like love and life.
But then I would not have the satisfaction 
Of my junk food.

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Cleaning Day

I think that God had intended
For Spring cleaning.
After all, he intended for doors
To light dark corners,
The spiders to spin webs 
Along the walls..
The dust collecting 
On the surfaces,
The bird's song 
As an incentive 
To keep working.
The tiny sqeak
Of cleaning windows,
The allure
Of a newly made bed,
With my puppy by my pillow...
The crisp, clean look
Of a newly painted wall,
And the soft feel 
Of new carpet on your toes..
The clean smell
Of newly hung laundry, 
But most of all...
I think God had intended 
For Spring cleaning
As a darn good reason
To REST.

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This Dream

She sits in the dark
Gazing out that window pane.
She's there every evening.
She sees the stars as anything but plain.

She looks so lonely there.
She appears as if one day
Someone special enchanted her,
Then had taken her heart away.

Suddenly, she stops her gaze and gets up.
She stumbles in the dark for her other shoe..
That lovely grin, I swear, seemed as if
She knew she had someone, somewhere to run to.

She walks out to that lamp-lit
Cobblestone street, and, with one whistle,
Calls a stagecoach to go north to that
Green valley full of thistle.

Once she arrives, she stands and looks
Down at the valley so full of beauty.
She then begins to walk closer to what
Appears to be a tall oak tree.

Still grinning, she draws closer to this 
Tree standing beside a river...
What's this? It would also appear
There is someone there awaiting her!

When she gets to this scene, she dantily sits
Next to him. He wraps his arms around her tight,
Kisses her, and tells her not to cry,
Holds her closer, then told her everything's alright.

With a tear in her eye, she looks at him,
Then rested her head on his shoulder.
They then begin to fall asleep 
Gazing at the moon's reflection on the river.

The couple falls to a deep sleep
Just after admiring the moon above,
While I'm sitting and crying to see
There are two so deeply in love.

It brings tears to my eyes 
To see such a beautiful scene, 
But also to know I have to wake up
Because they fell in love in my dream.

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Daffodils

I'll admit.
This is going to be
One more poem
About how you
Make me feel-
One more
Metaphor
Of the love I have
For you.
You know, 
If I were still
A child, 
Unaware of
The world's cruelties, 
Perfectly content
In my ignorance, 
You would be
The furthest thing 
From my mind.
I would just
Be walking along
One day, when
I was just
Pouty and
Terribly disgruntled,
Not quite admiring
The scenery,
Just walking.
I would be
Thinking of how
I'd never not 
Be mad again,
Because that seems
To be what
Children do, 
When, 
Suddenly,
I would be
Stopped by the
Sweet, innocent character
Of a single daffodil.
I would look around,
Wondering if
Anyone knew that
This daffodil was here,
But I'd pick it up
Without giving it a 
Second thought,
Because it was so
Conveniently placed
Before me. 
I would gaze
For a while,
Completely forgetting
Whatever it was
That had my
Knickers in a twist.
I would
Be in awe
Of something
So simple,
But also of
Something that
I needed all along.
I would get
In my bright
Little eyes,
A twinkle and a tear,
Then go about 
My days
Happy
Because I was 
So special, 
So lucky
To be given
Such a gift.
But now, 
I know this feeling well.
As I said it would be,
This has been
Just another poem
Of how you make me feel;
Just one more metaphor
Of the love I have for you.

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Infinity

She walks in absolute beauty,
How I envy her.
She is loved by all, as opposed to some.
A sparkle in her eye exceeds all the rest,
Oh, how I wish..
The look of perfection, if I've ever seen it.
She smiles, laughs, runs, and leaps
And often is caught by love himself.
She knows her way around this town
And lets go of what is behind her.
She is dedicated to whatever strikes her fancy,
But still holds close to her friends.
Expect a masterpiece if you hand her a pencil;
Can't hate her since I love her so dearly.
I'll call her infinity..
Infinity doesn't realize her strength
And only sees it in others.
Infinity is my best friend and
Loves  sincerely, forever,
Infinity will never leave,
You always know where she's heading.
Infinity is the look of beauty 
And is one you never want to leave.
Infinity is perfection without pain.
I love her and she's always here,
But I could never relate 
Until the moment my love had to depart.
He gazed in my eyes and held me close
And saw nothing but a love for our infinity together.

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Love and the Night Sky

What's up there stars?
What do you behold?
As I lay here, I wish I didn't lay in the cold.
It's not a rememdy for all these scars.
Oh well. The meadow on a starry night is
One poet's dream, (makes me happy thinking of such a theme).
Look and you can see my mistake
Over time. Wha I looked for was predictable, 
Just a good rhyme. 
I miss you, but the possibility of angels
Keeps my anxiey away.
I'm stressed but I know the undeserving 
Thoughts will wash away.
Once upon a time I loved to look at the stars 
That feel so close, yet so far.
Love is untitled, reality is the reason, question, answer.
The twinkle is what I looked for.
Love is but a terrible thing to waste, 
That's why I look at admirable skies.