Unmark My Grave

night dark halloween horror

I don’t want a broken heart any more
take this blood that flows my veins
the air that fills my lungs
the laughter that made a smile
a soul that was never mine
life that I never asked for
God damn strike me down
Take me back
bury my existence
in an unmarked grave

you there?

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Two lonely words…
I’ve said them a few.
They always stare back,
when they’re meant for you.

Daddy’s Girl?

afterglow avian backlit birds

Let’s see, where should begin? For a couple of weeks, I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Hence, my most recent post and it’s morbid tone. Although, if I hadn’t posted what I did and the way I did, I wouldn’t be typing this to you all right now. I say this, because of the overwhelming support I received from it. I’ve got some pretty cool friends out there in the bloggerverse. They really came to my side, almost instantaneously let me add. I’m a very lucky guy.

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Journal Entry # 144 – Someday, It’ll be Too Late

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If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. – Pablo Neruda

Salty Secret

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Where were the tears that day?
Our loss must have voided my heart.
Each time I taunted with emotion,
my soul would squeeze even tighter.
Then, past a wet wind’s gale.
I saw your empty face.
It was the key that finally broke me.
So…I ran to the salty sea.
Broke free from this ransom.

Until my sorrows let.
Forever with the ocean my secret.

 

Wilting Love

red withering rose at daytime

I held the prettiest flower this morning.
It reminded me of you.
Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.

Regret

regret2.jpegI punish for love,
you punish forever.

Journal Entry # 133 – Big Sky, Small World

moon and stars

Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you and misses you; Because one day, you might wake up and realize. You lost the moon while counting the stars!

Maybe Tomorrow…

touch-the-moon-martin-capekLate at night, when it’s just me and the moon.
We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

Journal Entry # 104 – Live Life, Not Loss!

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Losing someone in your life hurts. But, what hurts more, is losing yourself over and over because of it. – Ash