Him
He's was lost
Sweet and sudden
Our bear
Protector
I don't have any pictures
To recreate the image
The contentment taken for granted
He was the always
The sobriety
I never knew existed
The invisible glue
Til he unraveled
I unraveled too
Hosting the addictions
Writing pages too fast
Escaping the new reality
Racing to the past
Him
There new nightmare
The paranoia
Stay away
My life is quivering normal
Its on a teeter totter of....ok
Doing all I can
To keep it that way
I've got a racket
Shes got a ticket
Questions
Shes not afraid
I was incredibly angry
Over their encounter that day
He.
Heal
Healing
No.
Only a stranger
I won't let go
He lives in their basement
The gentle captive ghost
My heart full of grief
Is his reluctant host
How could a stranger
Shady full of shame
Erase the hold of memories
We know only his first name
The dark side of lost love
Mysterious and old
Maybe in a way
He is not so cold
Have to let go
Allow time to do its bidding
It makes little sense
Though in some way
It's also very fitting.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
Monday, February 4, 2019
Adolescence
It creeps in
You don't know
One day you are playing
The next day you are still playing
Feeling bulky
And moody
Yourself
In a time machine
Eons from yesterday
Trying to remember
If its ok
To be you
You're reading too much
Pages, books, people
Tweaking your thoughts
To mirror your twisted peers
Pioneers in todays fad
Tomorrows throwaway
You are two hours late to the party
Endure a year as a laughingstock
So you go, and play
The dolls become pawns of shame
In your mirror image of the circle game
Playing, you are queen
Who calls the shots and arranges things
Back to tomorrows reality
You once again are the scapegoat
For the mini society
Of adolescent kings and queens
You are the jester
For so many reasons
Yet you play along
Forbidding treason
Mom and dad call these people friends
All the sudden
Its redefined
What a friend is
And how many hoops you have to jump thru
To retain the illusion
That you are worthy.
It creeps in
You don't know
One day you are playing
The next day you are still playing
Feeling bulky
And moody
Yourself
In a time machine
Eons from yesterday
Trying to remember
If its ok
To be you
You're reading too much
Pages, books, people
Tweaking your thoughts
To mirror your twisted peers
Pioneers in todays fad
Tomorrows throwaway
You are two hours late to the party
Endure a year as a laughingstock
So you go, and play
The dolls become pawns of shame
In your mirror image of the circle game
Playing, you are queen
Who calls the shots and arranges things
Back to tomorrows reality
You once again are the scapegoat
For the mini society
Of adolescent kings and queens
You are the jester
For so many reasons
Yet you play along
Forbidding treason
Mom and dad call these people friends
All the sudden
Its redefined
What a friend is
And how many hoops you have to jump thru
To retain the illusion
That you are worthy.
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