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Watching the Sunset

Watching the sunset—
with our hands link together on the beach.
Purple ans pink light
ripple on the ocean
as if a possible future for us
from God.

Watching the sunset—
on our deck years later—
eating our fifty-year anniversary dinner.

Watching the sunset—
for the first time
without you
And I feel lost with without you.

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A Glorified Lab Rat

They look at us
as if we were just lab rats,
and maybe, we are.
Who knows or cares?
I definitely do care.

I know that
I'm part wolf and human.
I don't want to know how much wolf
is in my DNA.

If I knew, I would know
that I am a glorified lab rat.

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The Silent Ones

The Silent Ones


We need to
look around to see
what is out there
besides our oversized egos.

All of us
expects everyone else
to congratulate ourselves
on the minute achievements.

However, there are some people
who need the congratulations.
They work so hard on an achievement.
They put blood and sweat—
maybe tears into it.

We need to look for them
because that
there aren't many of
those kind of achievers any longer.

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Both Sides of the Love Coin, Part Two: My Favorite Unforgettable Thing

The first time
That I saw you,
Sitting on the Hill
As if you were a King
Watching over your subjects
I knew then that I was going
To marry you one day
Even though I was only eight.

The years rolled by—
As if they were a slow moving river.
When we stopped playing
Our childish games,
A part of me died,
Knowing that
I couldn't keep looking
At you as my personal King.
Also, we were putting away
My Unforgettable Things

More years rolled by—
And it became clear
If I wanted
To be
In a Relationship
With you,
I would have
To take on
More Responsibilities
That I wanted—
Or could handle.
So, I just walked away
From my favorite Unforgettable Thing.

And more years rolled by—
It took everything I had
To say yes
To my husband
When he asked me
To marry him.
All I wanted
To do
Was—
To run—
Back to you
And to beg
For your Forgiveness,
But I didn't
Want to admit
To both of us
That I was wrong
And weak.

The only thing
That I could
Was—
To walk
By your house
To show you
That I was
Still thinking
Of you.

It broke my heart
When I had
To hold my husband's hand.
I felt your Anger
Growing each time
That I walked by—
And I couldn't blame you.

When I finally got
My courage back
To tell you
That I love you.

But I let too many years to go by—
And I wished
That I found my courage earlier.
Because I might have had
The chance
To get
My favorite Unforgettable Thing back.

But I am too late.

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The Ugly Truth

I despise of having to be politically correct.
I shiver when someone calls me physical handicapped.
It sounds like they are trying to put cotton around the ugly truth,
and I throw the untarnished truth back in their face by calling myself a gimp.
And I do it with pride.
Also, every time I do it, I just smile sweetly when they cringe.

I wish the world would just go back where people speak the truth
without any hesitation or trying to make everyone feel warm and fuzzy.
Is it too much to ask everyone to take their rose-tinted glasses off and start
telling each other the ugly truth?

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The Dirty and Gritty

Most people need to see Magic in technicolor
because they want to see all of the bright creatures
like Brownies and Pixies.

I don't want to see the façades
that Brownies and Pixies
present to the majority of Society.
But I need to see the Dirtier and Grittier
side of Magic because that is where I belong.

The Truth of Magic is messier and more dangerous
than People truly understand or want to know.

I am one of those People
who put their lives on line
To make the World a safer place.

And Society refuses
to recognize our contribution.
And I hate them for that.

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Trying To Fix My Mistakes

The three Golems stood behind me
As if guarding me
From turning back around. 
I wanted to fix
Every mistake 
That I had made so far
In my young life. 

However, it was
Impossible and perilous,
And I knew it.
I would have done it
Even if my entire life
Would be erased.

I fought the urge everyday 
To fight through
The Golems.
And it became too much.

I turned around slowly,
Drawing in my last breath.
I knew that I made
The right decision
Because my dark future
Enveloped me
Before I took a step.

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Both Sides of the Love Coin, Part One: Forgettable Little Things

When we first met, 
I knew then I was a goner, 
And I thought you felt
The same way
Even though
We were only eight.

We used to play our childish games
But as the years rolled by.
We forgot about them
As if they were forgettable little things.

However, you forgot me also
as the years rolled by.
I never—
Never
Never—
Have forgotten about you
Or the Freedom
That you gave me unnoticed.

I watch you walk by my window—
Hand in hand—
With your husband.
Every time
That I see you
I wish
I was your husband.

I am just one of your many little forgettable things.
I wish I could forget about you also,
But I can't do it
Because I would have
To throw my Heart away also.

Maybe, one day
You can remember
What you lost
When you finally
Walked away
From what we had
Without the Guilt.

If you can,
I'll be waiting
With Open Arms.

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A Societal Experiment

Society, at first, accepted our harmonious but different relationship.
Because society thought we would be coming back to its monotonous linear thinking.

But, when it became obvious that we weren't going to do what society wanted us to do, society started to chip away our relationship.

The cracks didn't begin to show until two decades within our relationship.
Both of us were oblivious to their presence because we were so wrapped up in our love.

I finally noticed the cracks, but it was too late to save the relationship.
You tried to keep me from going back to the monotonous normality.

I finally saw our folly, but I enjoyed the time with you.
But if you want to do another outrageous experiment, don't call me.

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My Heart's Fortitude

I slaved all day to make our first anniversary dinner—
and you didn't tell me that our relationship or marriage
didn't mean anything to you. 
I cried myself to sleep. 

I began to see why my father had some reservations
about you. 
I guess that I should've listened to him—
but, of course, I allowed my heart to overrule my better judgment. 
It is too late to undo my mistake
because I will make you to see you why you married me in the first place.

I hope that I have enough fortitude
to pull it off
because it would be the greatest achievement 
in my life;
I hope that I won't have to do anything like this again. 
Please, God, help me.