Brainless

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 Did I look like a scarecrow

Whispers and wishes like cobwebs in my head

Who would’ve known, until it was far too late

After letting down my walls

After letting you get too close

Somehow, I know I should’ve known

I should’ve recognized the shadow

Standing on my own- darkness

I trusted, everything once again

Like the fool, I’ve always been

Whenever it came- to finding love

But finding I can still get broken

Who could’ve known

You had a hybrid heart… of deception

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Poet of the Light © 2022  

Outro

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What hurts me the most

Is when we both really know

You break me down, for no reason

And you leave me suffering

Broken inside of- what’s left of me

Until I grow numb again

Until I’m beside myself- wondering

Why I can’t stop loving you

Why I try over and over to touch you

Somewhere inside all, you believe                

But I only cry because I know it’s worthless    

To give up everything I need to be

And defeat those doubts you see on me

Reflecting off my desperate tears

Your ugliness left… on a face of love  

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Illusionary

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There are those who exist

From triumph to triumph

And never seem to ever slip  

Others from moment to moment

Like an erratic rollercoaster ride

But I’ve subsisted somewhat

In-between my own tragedies

I was often most supportive

Of those who claimed all rewards

Only to be forgotten soon after

And much like fresh cut flowers       

Vase- and placed for optical effect   

Until my use became abhorrent

Tossed out as … trash unwanted

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Hertogeneity

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I may have been the next Holden Caulfield

But life intervened in a charitable fashion

That’s not to say that I hadn’t been affected

By things I experienced, witnessed, or lived

Clearly, I’d be one of the first to fully admit

People let you down, though it’s uncertain

If each time it was intentionally motivated

I error on the side of caution, to believe not     

If I am truly the product of my environment

Who is it by name, to fault, to seek recompense?        

What would any of that gain me now, so late;

A dying flower will still wilt away, will it not?     

Rather than become an imaginary inky character

I became the outcome of myself… in real life  

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I’m loved

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In more ways than can be counted

But not always for the right reasons

I don’t always recognize at the onset

Or how someone else might mean it

The first time they love me their way

It can make me feel lost and confused

Maybe cripple me with traumatic fear

Hidden as darker parts of my own self                       

That was always rejected by any love              

Veiling new damages to my open heart                 

There is such a fine thin line in-between

What’s nefarious and the well-meaning                 

Even good intentions can be dangerous

If the gift is really designed… for profit

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Peeks

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Best laid plans are transitory

But sometimes I wish I could see

My future far enough to prepare

To readjust and remain on track

To know when to hold in place

When to walk away- ever silent

Know the best way to let it all go   

Know who to trust with my heart

When to know when love is truth  

There are empty-hearted people

Selling out love for any attention

But I ain’t one and will never be

I’ll see it through until the end

Even if in the end… it’s just me

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Poet of the Light © 2022  

Perspicuous

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Like a colorless rainbow adrift

Long before I landed in winter

I loved akin a season of spring

I stood in cold breezes of despair

Sat through the hours of lonely  

Watched the fog steal sunshine

Walked in rains in uncertainty

Swallowed all my broken pride

Still, my love would trudge on

Battered, bruised, and scarred

Despite all these things you do                            

Despite all the words you utter           

I’m a ghost you’ve never known     

Since you’ve never desired… love

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Charade

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You can’t rewrite history arbitrarily

Not without lying to yourself, daily

And in truth, there’s never closure

No such thing as moving forward

From damage caused by a narcissist

If there were, scars would be erased

My unflinching trust would exist

Moreover, an unsabotaged me- lives

Unfortunately, that’s not the case                   

I’m reminded in tiny ways of this                           

At times I awaken from tiredness  

Or while attempting to live my life

Remnants will steal my continuity

You can lie to yourselves… but not me

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Bullies

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I honestly replayed our actions

Failing to understand all of this

Then thought I might write you

But to what avail would follow

When we’ll both remain at odds   

As further and deeper wounds

Will ensue our bruised hearts  

We’re clearly beset by our logic

However emotionally coincided                     

Insensitive ears never do listen                    

Just as blind eyes fail at reading                  

There’s no middle road to be found

When you’d prefer to run over me    

Cynics shouldn’t drive… anything

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Nakedness

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I hung my head expecting to be shamed

After I chose to be brave exposing myself

In fashion unfamiliar to my outside world

Most of whom knew me not at all really

Nonetheless, I reveled in mere plain words

What I couldn’t dare utter out of my voice

I must admit, it seemed to be so much safer

Whereas I might explain it: a misunderstanding

Had been submitted by complete human error

A page of pure fiction instead of anecdotalized   

Or so my inner thought reasoned out cowardly      

Plus, it felt easier to be jousted over silly fiction

Then admit my truer inner emotions publicly

If they discerned what I wrote was… gibberish

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Poet of the Light © 2022

An ode to Virginia’s love letter.