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They don’t tell you how harsh

Losing someone loved, forever

Really can hurt your heart

Caught up in a sea of emotions

Through our unbroken connection

I still rise and fall so unexpected

Flashes of our moments come

Reflections on the face of my tears

As I lose the will of pretending

I can fake it alone until I make it

I’m learning I’m lying to myself here

As time only deepens, a hurting scar  

Still in the deepest depths of pain

You and I will always remain…alive  


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Everyone has been a vital and

Intricate piece of my whole life

Albeit for a day or an eternity

My love for each one of them

Is impossible to be diminished

For me, that’s how “love” works

Where logic stops, faith arises

As I’ve recently discovered my life

Has become a tragedy in motion

Because I stopped fitting “the role”

Inside other peoples version of it

I refuse to capitulate; be typecast

So, I’m rewritten out of their stories

My heartbreak is… being disposable


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They come in deluges

These thoughts and emotions

Kindled by what serves as

Subparts of my environment

The kinships that I depend upon

Modeling comfort and integrity

As I do for them instinctively

But their shades have darkened

Drowning me in their toxicity

At deeper depths than the last

Eroding away at a world I reside

As if I’ve become life’s fault line

Just imagine all the differences

Being encircled by hope… instead


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Street cells

My motivation has slipped by

To a wayside, of wait and see

The world reflects how I seem

My whole universe has changed

Leaving me behind in shadows

Surrounded by walls I don’t know

None of which know my secrets

Nor any of my fears or lost dreams

Familiarity makes all the difference

Between us friends and or foes alike

They’re newer strangers in reality     

And I- an orphan, wade out- life   

I abhor hugs from showy strangers

And their utterance’s… of inanities


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Absent affiliations

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I watch fall’s amber dawn rise

Over the distant mountainside

In the sleepy corners of my mind

I hear faint pitter-patter of feet

Rushing into my awaiting arms

As a whispery voice calls, Daddy

Sunrays do illuminate snow cover

As my heart breaks a little slower    

Winter is truly well on its way here

As wispy winds dust off summits

I’ll envision sledding and laughters

That fills the empty halls of my heart    

Asking myself, how many more winters

Till I rush gates of heaven…into hers?


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There are those of us, accustomed

When bright lights start burning out

We acclimate as best we’ve learned

But its never easy, to say the least

Still- our world gets a bit darker

But that in itself isn’t really new

We’ve been trough many of storms

Each of them left us scarred, somehow

The scars replaced our missing pieces    

Though we oft pretend to be the same

It’s easier when no one notices anything

Losing loved ones- our greatest values      

Not all brokenness is on the surface    

Eventually, we’ll be left… to darkness


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While I could be sleeping

I wander out to a chair

And I sit in a near twilight

And watch sets of stars

Slip by like ice drops on cars

Or until clouds hide them all

And then I get lost in thoughts

That cling to my forefront

Like a pesky fly buzzing about

While I’m trying to appreciate

My plethora moments of silence

That reveals more than I want it

The presence is always confounding

By a past we comprehended… later


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I find myself in a state of limbo

Akin a covert sense of rejection

I instead upended by leaving

The end results remains the same

My real presence- eradicated

From all their personal spaces

And with it, my lingering stench

My heart knew, I was but a visitor

Still, it hurts, this renown wound

Yet, a part of me held some hope

Familyship would somehow prevail

That might’ve been true, if I were

Accepted as is, instead of as an invader

Where unwelcomeness… gets easier


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Smokey skylines

Here I am, yet once again

In the center of a bridge- burning

I erected from fragments of myself

After my last hope revealed illusions

Moments away from final severance

I will leave in my own deliverance

While flames of truth are exposing

All I am, all I was, was your disposable

Your time was spent luring my heart

To become just another pile of pyre

For the crackling of dancing flame tips

I hear distant horizons call my name

As destruction claims it resting place

On love I gifted… now smoldering ashes


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Bruises and marrow

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I will not compete for your attention

If it can’t be freely gifted- honestly

I’ve left a battlefield I didn’t belong on

I don’t need to be fodder for dark lives

Nor will I serve as your bad example

For ignorant excuses that you justify

Only to promote deviations and divides

Wrought by nefarious cynical platitudes

All your temptations have become futile

I’ve lost any desire for what you offer

Daydreams have become more tangible

Than the cold touch of your intentions

But the scars you’ve left on me remain

Ever so present in my heart… and soul


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