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Do You Write Stories?

She asked me that while looking in my eyes

I said I do only to sound sort of wise.

I went back to look and nothing made sense

So badly i wanted to give this love a chance.

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She told me my stories frightened her,

she thought they classified a pattern.

I wanted only her appeal to a passion,

a heartfelt solution to her indecision.

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Seems our lives are easily triggered

that noticeable desire deferred

Seems only now can we appreciate

the very love we so quickly negate.

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I wanted her to know my love is true

Instead we cascaded deep into a blue.

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When, Yesterday

If I could go back to the way it was,

I might wish to remain with today,

so many skeletons,

all the confusion,

and yet in the moment I would

throw it all away.

I wonder about nostalgia,

what it means in our lives

good memories and sad occasions,

we are all caught in a cycle

of testing the waters,

finding a way to avoid

the human drama

of getting by, of confidence,

of understanding the reasons why.

If I could go back to yesterday,

it might be only to figure out a way,

to not lose you,

to speak the truth,

not paint pretty pictures,

only live the moment,

only find you in my arms,

where life truly matters,

the two of us,

in a travel of serendipity

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Taking a Journey

I took a journey today,

chalk full of just memory

reliving a day,

I’d never found a way.

I walked alone,

and cried alone,

I strolled with arrogance

and wept alone.

I never really knew why,

yet I wanted to die.

I am afraid of life alone

well, not as much today,

but going back to that day,

I can’t shake the tremors anymore.

I’m getting old,

I have to say,

so every new moment

seems only steps away,

from saying goodbye to forever.

I wonder what’s ahead

thinking about this day,

I’ve contemplated

forever the reasons

why it had to go down this way.

Whenever I seem satisfied

I begin to question why

I haven’t quite forgotten

still so easily can I cry.

I have a different outlook now

doesn’t mean I forgot this day.

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Precision

I’m sitting here now,

in the quiet untold

how readily

a sense of anxiety I choose.

Who am I why am I

is it always only true.

Who do I hurt,

why do I hurt,

there’s a constancy

with a mania

outside of the norm.

Always questions remain,

my self confidence

Is it true or a ruse.

I can never be responsible

for knowing,

though I would every corner

concede.

I only wish a peace,

not a lot to ask

given the years of

persecution.

Is that it now,

am I defining myself?

Or perhaps it is a

penchant for precision,

always getting in the way.

In the notes

I’m meant to travel,

so I always try to

hang on,

remember those moments that help secure

a sense of well being,

a confidence

as that seems all of our desire.

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Missing A Beat

What is felt

in the moment of loss

when all of fortune

becomes a confusion,

in a how do we respond

to losing schedule.

Suddenly thrust

into the dramatic nature

of coping,

the fear sets in gradually,

the indecision,

the loss of pattern.

The self took a vacation

while the psyche

stepped back and said

wait, a second, I’m not sure

this can be handled just yet.

Options had taken the day off.

So this is who I am

greatest fears,

indecision

indecisive

in distinct fashion

I crashed and burned.

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Beauty is Memory

To imagine,

she might be nearby

if only words can tell me,

I would make them up in my mind

to have you closer to me,

feel your warm affection,

that compassionate soul

I once held in my arms.

I feel these emotions,

saddle me,

I cannot move sometimes,

and then I realize

I’m living, I’m alive,

and she would want that for me.

She is beauty in a special day,

when the stars align at night,

the radiant blue of a sunny day,

she’s all these things,

wrapped into her soul,

a certain elegance

in how she carries her own pain,

once shared with me,

once comforted,

oh did I hold your love with my heart.

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Favorite Movies

I watched a movie tonight, a family favorite and I cried. A Christmas movie we would all watch together and laugh, I’d avoided it for over three years. I’ve been divorced since that time, and I had forgotten how many parallels to my marriage there were in the movie. The depiction of children and extended family particularly struck me, and I regretted losing the childhood of my two kids.

It’s been three years now, and the end of my marriage still haunts me. I was no longer in love. I was going through the motions. I was experience what has been referred to as fantasy that had far more impact upon my heart than did my marriage. But it was the kids I hurt more than the two of us splitting up. I didn’t know what to say, and I felt like I had lost so much time. My kids were young adults now and handling the divorce in their own way, and there was nothing I could do to stop that. I was forever trying to fix what I had helped destroy.

My life was truly spinning. I had no grounding in my world. I felt everything unravel and believed I could no longer repair my life, that I was a pariah, a failure, a miserable example of a human being. I hung onto all the contempt in the world for myself, and showed impatience with anyone who tried to tell me it takes time. I just went down a hole to nowhere and walked around in complete fear.

Today, I don’t fear as much. I still feel I have failed and I try hard to learn from it and correct my mistakes. But, I’m still an emotional person. I watched a movie tonight that touched my heart and left me feeling a bit lonely on Christmas eve. I’m alone tonight, have been all day. I will see my children tomorrow evening. I guess Christmas evening will be our tradition going forward.

I hope someday we can laugh again … about the movie.

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Wandering Inside

It’s when thoughts take me,

somewhere,

anywhere that matters

in the moment.

I can’t really predict how

the concrete bench might feel,

until I sit down, the stone pressed against

my vulnerable body.

I only think about the next thing,

while my body postures

for the sightseers

going about a winter day,

I wonder if they wonder

am I cold,

or brazen.

I think about what is in my head,

and forget about those around me,

except those following me,

watching my moves,

imagining who I am inside,

without ever really knowing,

the thoughts in my head,

that help define who they are in the moment.

I let them take me,

down slippery roads

where I cannot find a grip

until I put myself to bed,

wait for the next day.

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Was Once A Smile

She would on those autumn days

smile with eyes that could shine,

enough to shadow her tears,

oh those pretty autumn days.

I used to weep occasionally,

knowing how beautiful,

how spectacular

moments would be in her arms.

Time did accumulate,

our hopes and desires,

became a waning passion,

a loss of serendipity.

I wait now in curiosity

will ever we somehow

dream again her smile.

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Come and Go

These moments in our lives

when we pine over loss

anniversary days

a significance

others may not understand.

We want to hold on

to why they feel

so important,

we center our lives around them.

~

These moments in our lives

dig deeper in our psyche.

We feel like we connect

enough to say hello.

Our fears might be alone,

a silent solace.

The hours tick away

we struggle to find our way.

~

I made it through another one

seems the days do come and go.