raindrops

he hoped the lonely tears that fell down his cheeks

were like the raindrops that fall down from the sky …

for only a little while.

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van Gogh

he freed his fingers from my hand

to paint his own van Gogh

on the side of another square

he felt was a better fit.

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huckleberry

with a carnival balloon in hand

and paper banjos playing softly beside the river

he walked home,

pausing only for a moment

to released the fictional helium hope

of ever finding his own huckleberry …

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wasted

the pile of faded out t-shirts

that sit silent in the corner of an empty room

still have the scented memories 

of his wasted kisses, lost loves,

and the absent knowing

of how to feel something for someone.

                                                                         

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season

enduring the season

where wine numbs the hurt,

his feet push down old memories of missed loves

deep into the coarse shelled sand

where tides quickly wash away …

another year passed alone.

                                                                           

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lock

looking outside

 for what doesn’t live there anymore,

a rusted lock below the window

becomes a battle for one.

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shackled

shackled up under a floor of memories,

in chains cut and broken

teardrops filled his hands.

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swimming

wading in the shallow waters of his thoughts,

he observed the clouds

 turn to shades of demon gray.

 

watching them cross the sun,

they blocked out the light with silence

leaving him cold and alone at the edge of

 his swimming pool of lies.

            

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thoughts

he has random thoughts

in between thoughts

that loneliness…

is his only lover.

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thorns

 

he watched the lonely red rain

fall from clouds of thorns

and bleed on his shirt.

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