I Will Dance With You Forever, My Love

When the music starts 

I know where my feet will take me 

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When the music ends

I know whose hands will lead me forward 

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You are my strength 

When my body feels weak 

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I am your warmth 

When your body feels cold 

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I will dance with you forever 

My love 

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My fingers will always be there to interlace

With yours 

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Like puzzle pieces created to fit 

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Your hands on my waist 

Your hands on my hips 

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“When you dip, I dip, we dip” 

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I will dance with you forever 

My Love 

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As long as the music plays 

My feet will dance their way towards you 

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But when the music ends 

And all is eerily calm 

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When the room is empty 

And all is gone 

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We will create the music to drive us 

We will find the melody to take us home

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Neversilencethemadness.com 

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POT PIES REMIND ME OF MY MOTHER

As I sit here on my lunch break at work tonight

I dig into the first pot pie I’ve had in years 

Daydream of my childhood 

When my mom would make pot pies for dinner 

When we had blueberry pie and vanilla ice cream for a treat 

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I didn’t know then

What a simple pot pie would mean to me now 

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I didn’t know before

The warmth of this pot pie 

Would also bring warmth to my heart 

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Remembrance of the family I lost

The time we had together 

The aroma of laughter 

And a stomach full of stability and peace 

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Pot pies, apparently remind me of my mother 

Of the days when she was my mommy 

Of the long evenings playing in the backyard 

Of the living room workouts 

Of the halloween costumes that she would make from scratch

Of the movie dates 

Of karate class

When she would cheer me on from the side lines hoping I would eventually throw a punch

Of the leotards for gymnastics 

Of the cartwheels I couldn’t do

Of the long sushi lunch

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It all reminds me of her

Of my little hand in hers 

Of our chubby fingers 

And our chubby toes 

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Laughing about the little things that only her and I know

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Pot pies remind me a lot of my mother 

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When she would call us in for dinner 

Dance her way around 

With hugs strong enough to smother

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When she would sit us all down 

Sing her way to the freezer

And then surprise us with dessert

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Neversilencethemadness.com 

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Love Made Them Foolish, Nonsensical Lunatics 

He was foolish 

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He reeked of inexperience 

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Lacked the emotional wherewithal to create something worth while 

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But the look in his eyes said he wanted to try 

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The passion in his lips said inexperience in one doesn’t mean inexperience in all 

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He was an ASININE excuse for a partner 

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But as a lover, he was a 5 star vacation of a lifetime 

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He begged to prove he was more than face value 

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Climbed mountains to show he was more than skin deep 

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Ripped open his heart to prove to her that there was even a heart to see 

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She was foolish

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She reeked of a woman with too much experience but a heart too big that none of it mattered

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She lacked the emotional wherewithal to stand by her word 

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But the look in her eyes said she wanted to try 

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The ache in her heart meant she still had enough of one in there for one more heartbreak 

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But she was willing to put that piece of her heart in his hands and trust him not to crush it

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She was an ASININE excuse for a partner 

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Because she was all-in with one foot out of the door at every moment

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But as a lover, she was a 5 star vacation of a lifetime 

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She begged to prove that she was more than just broken pieces 

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She climbed mountains to show that the glue holding her together was strong enough to carry them both 

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Ripped open her heart to prove to him that there was enough in there to keep on loving

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They were an ASININE excuse for partners 

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Love made them foolish, nonsensical lunatics 

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But as lovers they were a 5 star vacation of a lifetime 

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And at the end of that lifetime, who wouldn’t choose to live it as such?

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In what love story, are there lovers that aren’t foolish, that haven’t lost their senses? 

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In what scenario does love not make you both a little crazy for each other? 

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I truly do not know, but if you ask them, they will tell you…. 

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It is going to be hard, but most things Worth having usually are

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True love, knocks us a little off our senses 

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But at the end of every day you just have to say

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I choose you 

Response to NEVER SILENCE THE MADNESS POETRY PROMPT “ASININE”

The Universe is an IMPLACABLE Thing

With every twist and turn

The world tried to tear them apart 

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Whispers that linger 

Cuts that sting deep

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The unforgiving movement 

That made one nauseated while they sleep

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Photographs 

Pyrography etched into ones mind 

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Memories

The reality that there is never really time 

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But the universe is an implacable thing 

With it’s mind made up 

There is no real twisting and turning 

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Every bump in the road 

Every detour 

Every kink in the path 

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What is meant to be 

Will be 

And the universe will handle that 

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She is adamant, relentless 

She is unforgiving when she knows what she wants 

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The universe doesn’t care which way the world tries to turn 

She will spin it backwards and forwards 

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She will linger

She will haunt

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She drowns out the whispers 

Blows on the cuts 

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Navigates through the moments 

When we all get a little lost 

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She is an implacable thing 

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And in the end 

She always gets what she wants.   

Response to Never Silence The Madness Poetry Prompt “implacable”

NEVER SILENCE THE MADNESS POETRY PROMPT “Asinine” 

A few months ago, I started a book club, on FB called NEVER SILENCE THE MAD READER. As I was reading this particular book, our first book of the club, I realized it had so many large words that I had to look up. This was a very discouraging realization because in high school, I had so much pride in myself for being an avid reader. As an adult, I didn’t get the chance to read as much, but I didn’t think my vocabulary was as limited as it was. By the end of the first book, I chalked it up to the book itself. I mean, it was called “Special Topics in Calamity physics”, what else was I going to expect? 

LOL a bunch of hard words….. 

turns out…. It wasn’t the book, because come Decembers book, and I’m still writing down a long list of words I do not know hahaha 

Anyway, I decided to write poems for each word to help me ingrain the definition into my mind. I thought it would help expand my apparently minuscule pool of vernacular. Once I started doing this, I thought, hey! why not start a poetry group and post poetry prompts, I’m already “prompting” myself, I’ll just share it, and others can join if they want to. 

I started a poetry group on FB called NEVER SILENCE THE MAD POET and I began posting my word of the week or poetry prompts. I recently decided, I’ll try sharing it on here as well and 🙏 would love it if anyone would like to participate and tag their ping backs to #NSTMPP

This weeks poetry prompt will be the word “Asinine” 

according to Merriam-webster:

1: extremely or utterly foolish or silly an asinine excuse

2: of, relating to, or resembling an ass

pingback to #NSTMPP 

I’d love to read your work. 

NEVER SILENCE THE MADNESS POETRY PROMPT “IMPLACABLE” 

A few months ago, I started a book club, on FB called NEVER SILENCE THE MAD READER. As I was reading this particular book, our first book of the club, I realized it had so many large words that I had to look up. This was a very discouraging realization because in high school, I had so much pride in myself for being an avid reader. As an adult, I didn’t get the chance to read as much, but I didn’t think my vocabulary was as limited as it was. By the end of the first book, I chalked it up to the book itself. I mean, it was called “Special Topics in Calamity physics”, what else was I going to expect? 

LOL a bunch of hard words….. 

turns out…. It wasn’t the book, because come Decembers book, and I’m still writing down a long list of words I do not know hahaha 

Anyway, I decided to write poems for each word to help me engrain the definition into my mind. I thought it would help expand my apparently minuscule pool of vernacular. Once I started doing this, I thought, hey! why not start a poetry group and post poetry prompts, I’m already “prompting” myself, I’ll just share it, and others can join if they want to. 

I started a poetry group on FB called NEVER SILENCE THE MAD POET and I began posting my word of the week or poetry prompts. I recently decided, I’ll try sharing it on here as well and 🙏 would love it if anyone would like to participate and tag their ping backs to #NSTMPP

This weeks poetry prompt will be the word “IMPLACABLE” 

according to Merriam-Webster dictionary :

not placable not capable of being appeased, significantly changed, or mitigated an implacable enemy

1. used to describe (someone who has) strong opinions or feelings that are impossible to change

pingback to #NSTMPP 

I’d love to read your work. 

She Wondered if He Ever Spoke of Her Like That

All she wanted was to feel his finger tips 

She wanted to hear songs about their future

She wanted see the score wrap around their bodies as he spoke of all the ways he loved her 

She wanted nothing more than to be aroused by the tales of his day

The plans that he’s made 

The blueprint of his life that had her etched into every corner 

She wanted to feel his lips between hers 

Electricity 

Magnetism 

Fire 

She hungered for him 

Not only his skin 

And his kisses 

Or the way that he looked at her 

She hungered for his mind and his strength 

His vulnerability 

His passion 

His erudite rant on all the things she once knew nothing of 

Or even cared to know 

Watching his wheels turn as he spoke of all the things he loved 

The details of every manufacturer, the rational for every dip and turn 

The intricacies of every click and clack 

The admiration of the beauty and the perfection 

She wondered, 

if he ever spoke of her like that 

Response to #NSTMPP “ERUDITE”

The Petals of the Rose I Am Born

I am defeated 

Wilted 

The petals of the rose I am born 

Pathetic 

In the way she lacks to stand 

The spine 

Her fibers once full of hydration 

Cannot bear to hold her up 

She is thirsty 

Days she went without satisfying the quench 

Days she needed to replenish 

But she lay there wilted 

Not saying a word 

Breaking 

Falling apart 

Pliable 

For the inability to fight back 

I call defeat 

I throw in the towel 

I raise my white flag 

I have nothing left in me 

To fight for what my heart longed for 

You win, my love 

Forgive me

I do not have the strength anymore 

You Saw a Pretty Thing and You Wanted to Break it

You Saw a Pretty Thing and You Wanted to Break it

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Porcelain made 

Fragile written on it 

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You peered Into the windows 

And you felt the warmth 

Radiating from the hearth 

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You sought comfort 

In the man you thought you deserved 

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As you felt around the doors and windows

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Checked the hinges 

Checked the boards 

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You saw a hidden crack beneath the floor 

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You seeped your way in 

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Not carefully 

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Not  quietly 

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You seeped in flooding  

You broke through the crack entirely 

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You tried to warm your hands upon the open fire 

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You burned yourself 

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Fighting for the one thing that you desired

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You saw a pretty thing 

And you wanted to destroy it 

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You took that porcelain made home 

And you dropped it 

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Never Silence The Madness Poetry Prompt “ERUDITE”

A few months ago, I started a book club, on FB called NEVER SILENCE THE MAD READER. As I was reading this particular book, our first book of the club, I realized it had so many large words that I had to look up. This was a very discouraging realization because in high school, I had so much pride in myself for being an avid reader. As an adult, I didn’t get the chance to read as much, but I didn’t think my vocabulary was as limited as it was. By the end of the first book, I chalked it up to the book itself. I mean, it was called “Special Topics in Calamity physics”, what else was I going to expect?

LOL a bunch of hard words…..

turns out…. It wasn’t the book, because come Decembers book, and I’m still writing down a long list of words I do not know hahaha

Anyway, I decided to write poems for each word to help me engrain the definition into my mind. I thought it would help expand my apparently minuscule pool of vernacular. Once I started doing this, I thought, hey! why not start a poetry group and post poetry prompts, I’m already “prompting” myself, I’ll just share it, and others can join if they want to.

I started a poetry group on FB called NEVER SILENCE THE MAD POET and I began posting my word of the week or poetry prompts. I recently decided, I’ll try sharing it on here as well and 🙏 would love it if anyone would like to participate and tag their ping backs to #NSTMPP

This weeks poetry prompt will be the word “ERUDITE

according to dictionary.com it is an adjective meaning “characterized by great knowledge; learned or scholarly: an erudite professor; an erudite commentary.

pingback to #NSTMPP

I’d love to read your work.

Hollow Smiles

I watched you glow as he fed you 

Abdomen engorged 

Promises; candy coated words 

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He fattened you up 

Rosie cheeked 

Arms stuffed full of flower petals 

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Honey vibrato 

To ingratiate himself with your pitter patter heart 

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He molded himself into every dream you ever wished for 

He decapitated every monster you ever lived  with 

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He woke you from your nightmare 

And he gave you something to live for 

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Why then, do you start to feel like something is still missing? 

Like promises are empty 

Smiles hollow 

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Why then, is there no warmth between your fingertips 

Or fire in your soul ?

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In the end, 

You do not know 

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In the end, 

You have to let the the dream of him go 

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#NSTMPP

NEVERSILENCETHEMADNESS POETRY PROMPT

I Can’t Unsee It Now

I looked out into the world

And I saw it

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We are all main characters in our own books 

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I couldn’t unsee what I had seen 

All of us walking around with pages and chapters 

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With bookmarks to save the important parts 

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With spines and bindings 

Pristine 

Or stained with living 

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I can’t unsee it now 

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The way our lives play out 

Like the chapters in a book 

Like stories to be told 

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With love and heartbreak 

With turmoil 

And body aches 

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I saw the words written on everyones face

“He had a rough past, and now he’s struggling to reach his future” 

“Her heart has just been broken, but she fought on for her daughter”

“He said goodbye to his dad not knowing it would be the last time he hugged him” 

“ She just found her soulmate, but she really didn’t know it” 

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I can’t unsee it now 

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The way we are all main characters in our own books 

Trilogies 

From childhood 

To Throughout our lives 

To our THE END. 

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It’s become an obsession 

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Because I just want to read them all 

Every word 

Every chapter 

To feel the bookmarked 

To soak in every reason why 

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I want to flip through your lurid pages

Because you are a book I want to read 

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And I can’t unsee it now

Adieu

She told him

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“I want nothing 

I am ninety-one

Please let me go” 

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He looked at her solemnly 

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“Don’t make me do this, 

No” 

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She took his hand and said 

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“I lost the greatest love of my life ten years ago

And I have loved every day that I have been alive, 

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But I miss him so much, 

I’m ready to be back by his side” 

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With tears falling from his face 

He held on because it’s all he knew how to do 

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And  she left this earth so peacefully 

With a node and a whisper 

“Sweet dreams,  baby

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-adieu” 

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Emergency Room War Zone

As I walk through the threshold 

I am assaulted by the sight 

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The smells pummel through me 

The energy as dark as night 

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Screams heard from every corner 

Howls of despair 

the wailing of fear 

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A man crying over limbs

that should still be there 

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A woman succumbing to the 

Fevers that took her 

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The God made Angels 

Frantically trying to do better 

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The Calibanesque  picture before me 

Grotesque 

Mutilated 

Disfigured 

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Is a vision that I would never have been

able to manufacture 

I Hope You Are Dancing In Your Sleep

I ran to him

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“Are you okay?” 

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his expression brightened up like the sun 

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“I want to go dancing” 

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He smiles 

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And I laugh to join the fun 

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Tomorrow I heard you are no longer speaking 

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Your breath was taken from you 

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I hope you are dancing in your sleep 

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And my heart sinks knowing 

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That those were probably the last words 

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You will ever say to me 

I Saw The Way You Looked At Him

I saw the way you looked at him

-Enamored 

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Like he was the one that broke the mould

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you loved him 

With appreciation 

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He was Midas 

And you wanted to live surrounded by his gold 

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I saw the way he looked at you 

-Enamored 

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He gazed downward upon you 

Like a fragile chick he wanted to nurture 

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He fed you

kept you warm

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He nestled you on his lap 

Cursed all the fears away in rapture 

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But he dare not touch you 

He dare not lose you 

Although it broke his heart in every way 

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He hurt himself 

For every moment he wanted you to stay 

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One morning you woke

He fawned over you adoringly 

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You saw that your touch brought mountains 

oceans to rooftops of glory 

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You shunned your own fears 

You kept yourself warm 

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You no longer needed him to keep you safe from the storm 

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You made your own palace 

With walls deep 

And walls strong 

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And you told him 

“I’m sorry

I do not love you anymore” 

The Bridge Between Our Souls

When our hands touch 

I am awakened 

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Our fingertips 

The bridge between our souls 

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Blood flowing

Vibrating with electricity 

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Tantalizing 

Brewing ,

A potion that cannot be undone 

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Because I want you more today than yesterday 

And I know I’ll still want you more when the day is done 

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When our lips touch 

A fire ignites within me 

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One that only you  know how to put out

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I am set ablaze 

Willingly 

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How could you ever have any doubt ?

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This body is yours forever 

Because it is mine 

And I put it into your hands 

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To extinguish this fire you set ablaze inside me 

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I am your woman

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you are my man 

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Where Were You ?

They asked you for help

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With their silent eyes 

They called for you 

In their muted tears 

They screamed for you to see them 

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Where were you, then? 

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Making choices for “their best interests” 

Not caring when they told you

They felt helpless

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I’m sorry children

You had no advocate 

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I’m sorry your short life 

Had so much sadness In it 

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Where were you?

When their silent tears 

Flooded the streets

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Sitting in your toasty home 

Cuddled safely beneath the sheets

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I Saw The Hate In Your Eyes

I saw the hate in your eyes 

It was clear as day 

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The disregard for a life 

That you will soon take away 

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No cries from the helpless

Found its way into your soul? 

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No tears from the defenseless 

Made you want to make a different call? 

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I saw the hate in your eyes that day 

What disregard you have 

For a life you will soon take away 

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We Were Meant For Different Loves

What we meant to each other 

Was something much larger than us 

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It was hopes 

And dreams 

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It was goals 

And love 

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It was fear 

And disappointment 

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It was longing 

It was loss 

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I will always remember the way your body felt 

When I rested my head upon your chest 

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The way your arms wrapped around me 

The way you carried me to bed 

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I will remember how your fingertips 

Electrified mine 

looking up at you 

Getting lost in your eyes 

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I will remember feeling like a piece of me was floating away 

When I had to leave your side 

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What we meant to each other once 

Was something much more than love 

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But we were star crossed lovers 

we were cut from different cloths

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We were children from different time zones 

meant to be together, we were not 

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Our souls were meant for different paths 

And sadly

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we were meant for different loves 

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That Could Be Me

I saw her scars 

Evidence of a life 

Where great just wasn’t good enough

Where She was always just one nip away from perfect 

One tuck away from perfection 

One stitch away from happiness 

I saw  her eyes of desperation 

As she picked at things I could not see 

Although I was happy to oblige 

I wondered where in her life she was during each scar 

I wondered about the painful recovery 

I wondered about the broken heart 

Or the healed one 

I wondered if she was finally close to happy 

I felt sadness for her

But only because that could be me 

One nip away from happiness 

One tuck away from perfection 

One stitch away from perfect 

My heart broke for her

But only because that could be me

Jenga

I wish I could make it stop 

I do 

It’s like

Playing jenga

Trying to figure out the puzzle

when it was already whole to begin with 

Every piece 

A clue that I must pull out and dissect 

poking holes through my own logic 

Seeing through my own thoughts 

Piling on top of each other 

Creating some form of a reality 

That is just destined to come tumbling down 

I wish I could make it stop 

I do 

The higher the tower grows

Force = mass x acceleration 

The harder the fall

The louder the noise 

Even when I see it tilting 

And I know just how this ends, the scene 

As soon as the bricks hit the ground 

It startles me 

I wish I could make it stop 

I do 

But no matter what I try 

 I lose 

My Hope Is that You Also Love Me For The Changes I Bring

I hear the “pitter-patter” 

Of the rain outside

Not long ago

The sun 

Stared with an intensity

Of a loyal wife 

Who has laid eyes on her husband 

Being a tad less than that

How labile this world is 

I curse it

But then I see a reflection of myself 

For I am the sun

Who sets smiles upon faces 

Encourages hope

And freedom 

And laughter 

too fierce at times 

For I will burn you

I will make you seek shelter

I will make you want for less 

Tomorrow I will be the rain

Who steals the hope away 

From a better day

Who brings sadness

And grey 

But also 

I will bring the chill 

That leads to cuddles 

I will bring hot chocolate

And fluffy blankets 

I will bring kisses 

And fingers to hug yours 

How labile my emotions tend to be 

Like the world changing

Outside of my window 

As I love the to and fro of the sea

 My hope is that you also love me 

For the changes I bring 

On Most Days

On most days

She wakes up hours before I do

She jumps on my chest

Searing pain

Breathless 

On most days

I’m too tired to take her to the park

She barks at me 

Begging 

“I’m boooored” 

I can hear her thinking 

On most days 

I know she deserves more 

She looks at me

She tilts her head 

All the leverage she has on me 

She cuddles 

She wants to be loved

And I know I have to be the best me 

So that I can be the best for her

#FOWC word of the day “leverage”

My Fear

I remember what it felt like

To laugh with you

To watch your face turn red 

laughing so hard

You couldn’t breathe

I remember laughing with you 

All my muscles go weak

falling to the floor 

You just got me

Conversations with you

Were like portals into my own mind 

The sincerity of our confidence

and the admission of our insecurities 

We talked for hours 

Laughing so hard

I would cry 

And my fear 

My honest fear 

Is that I will never 

Find a way to laugh 

Like that again

That Much I Know

With so much unknown in the world today

There is an abundance of 

Fear

Sadness

Confusion

With a reality so new to us 

There is an overflowing amount of 

Resistance

Question

Panic 

The FACT of the matter is

despite what anyone says

There is definite 

Loss 

Loss of what life once was

Loss of loved ones 

Loss of stability 

From that, we have so much to

Gain

compassion

Unity

Love 

Out of everything I know right now

It’s that.

#FOWC “fact”

At The End Of a Very Dark Road

How ominous

this random solitary toaster at the end of a very dark road

causing me to hesitate 

Forebodingly 

It stares at me

Daring me 

To come into the darkness 

I cannot look away

I cannot take a step

As if a coyote were in it’s place 

How ominous 

This solitary toaster

Sitting at the end of a very dark road 

In its silence

It haunts me 

I Probably Shouldn’t Say This

She says it’s confidential 

She says it’s confrontational 

I probably shouldn’t say this 

She wouldn’t want me to

But who cares 

She’s filled to the brim with anger 

It is squeezing out of every seam

Orafices 

Dripping

Like an addict

She’s trembling 

What does it all mean? 

She loves with all her heart 

But she hates him with all the heart she has left 

She would give him the world 

But she doesn’t have much of it

Left 

He’s calm 

Collected 

He sleeps with no care in all the land 

She stars at him with daggers for eyes 

And wants to faceplant him onto a mountainside 

She imagines her coffin nails digging deeply into his skin 

To pull out his heart 

If he ever had one in him

She dreams of the pain she would inflict 

As she lobotomized 

Those eyes of his 

Cross-stitched 

crochete needles stabbed in each ear 

The lies he spun

he can finally hear 

I probably shouldn’t say this 

It’s confidential she says 

But the anger she spouts is vibrating 

and the love she feels is sinking

Sometimes

Sometimes

I look out into the city

And I feel so immensely small

I think about all the stories left

To be told

I think about all the unheard
Teardrops

All the shoulderless cries

I see a husband
Fighting with his wife

I envision a teenager crying in her loneliness

I see a girl
Sitting in the middle of her room
Amidst all the mess

But I also see cuddles before an open fire

I hear whispers

I hear laughter

I look out into the city and

Although my world

Is

MY ENTIRE WORLD

It just really makes me see

That it’s so very little

In the grand scheme of things

Underneath the Billowing Sea

Sitting upon the dock one day
I stared out into the ocean

Deep blue waters
Swelling with each wave

And appeared such a notion

The fear of what is down there
Underneath the billowing sea

The fear of what is buried, deep inside of me

What creatures linger ?
What monsters hide ?

As I cry my tears into the brine

What may jump out as the waves flux in ?
Flux out?

What secrets lie in that sharp-toothed mouth?

As I stare forward into the offing
See the tide rise
And rise

I think about the ways
I am like the ocean
About the deep things
That I hide inside

I think about how the current washes up
The undesirables

And the depth
renders them untouchable

they feed and they grow

yet they lay dormant

undetectable

Sitting upon the dock that day, I feel the waves rock me

to and fro

I wonder what the ocean thinks of me

knowing all I know