Tag: lost

Whispers Toward The Darkness

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Another ten paces and I fall again 
to my knees 
the truth is too unbearable 
like the scorch of the sun, it will burn hot 
no running will get you further away from it 
no amount of water could ever cleanse 
no sound can drown the songs of deceit 
when devils are allowed to dance all around you
their voices are soft, tempting, and following
their gestures a play before only my eye
pull me and push me…my story, my actions, my ending
I’m in a trance and see the world beyond this painful pane
fraternizing with demons and laying proud in the shadows
but the promises I have received still lure me
so for now I will bed the malevolent
and risk the glass being broken
 

A Pedal For My Thoughts

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ASHTON

You are a flower
a flower long picked from the garden home
with just today as a reminder of when you began to grow
seasons pass and nothing else seems to want to flourish anymore
your bloom was what kept these old roots alive
now, the rain never comes backs
the sun only hurts
the moon listens, but that’s all
the wind is gone before I know it
not one thing about life is life
in this garden home
without a little flower

Weakness (Haiku)

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Under this street light
pouring down rain in the cold
alone, and done wrong

Journal Entry # 152 – Truth Can Hurt, But It Can Also Heal

I’ve wasted so much time and heartache trying to find out why someone no longer loves me. When all I had to do, was accept that they probably never did. Therefore, I’m free. – Ash

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?

person using smartphone

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

Grave Turn

black and white cemetery christ church

I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.

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.