with the flowers quickly fading
and his parents now passed,
he listened for their whisper through the rain
just to have some small hope
he wasn’t alone.
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passed
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Monthly Archives: August 2018
coquettish
wearing his favorite t-shirt
and a coquettish grin,
he played board games
with dice and peoples hearts
losing his turn at love…
on his final spin.
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without
within the broken heart
is a voice without a sound,
birds without a song,
stained glass without light,
stars without the night,
healing without mistakes
and a life without love.
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hides
he hides himself away
in a corner where nobody can see
he never bleeds,
he never heals.
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shy
even his pen was too shy
to say the choler words he felt,
afraid they’d awaken his dormant stones of pain.
so the words remained trapped inside the timid ink
of immearsurable emotions unanswered,
never to be written.
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leaves
with no thoughts or prayers
he packed up his stuff
and walked through the door of his own secret self,
turning back momentarily to watch
the leaves begin to fall on his bed.
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hurting
hurting people hurt people,
so before starting to throw rocks
at windows that can’t be repaired…
let me catch your tears
and wash away the pain
that will heal over time.
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burn
while pretending
his way through the rainy day,
he got lost watching
the growing orbits of sorrow
that surround his lonely heart
burn in the water.
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conspired
the unseen forces
that conspired to guide him,
calmed the inner chaos
and took him to the
other side of silence
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rhythmic
the duel between his heart and mind
became a dance in rhythmic measure
of opening and closing,
each inflicting strict penalties on him
of reward and punishment
as conditions for love.
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