Category: emotions

Empty shell

Like waves that make it obvious

We never left things unsaid

And yet, here and now, and yet

I’m wadding through our past

Along today’s barren shores

Incompleteness is what I have

Like a child separated in a fog

No sense, no sense of direction

Just waves without messages

No light, no darkness, no friend

All of our footprints are absence

No breezes of lost whispers reminding

Just memories of our shared days

Filled with too many…things left say

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Between differences

Lost in these unnuanced shadows

Of what’s coming and what’s gone

We all live every day to its death

And the older I seem to be getting

The more I long for my yesterday’s

A child at play- naively laughing

My first kiss from someone I love

Discovering I could rise above- pain

When I was left for someone else

But I’m just not that young anymore       

Life just continues to change anyways  

And in ways- I never could’ve expected    

I wasn’t serious enough back then

I’ve forgotten how…to be childishly now

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Better late than never

At times in my errant thoughts

I’m like a child that slips off

Without ever really noticing it

As I sit and tease at my pain

And then dare to reimagine

Life again with loved ones I lost

Renewing a reason to smile again

And everything seems normal

If only but for those fantasy minutes

And I remember the things

I learned I should’ve said but didn’t

Unrestrained beneath my breath

Impulsive whispered words flow  

I trust they heard… I said them now  

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Unmoored

I’m in somewhat of a flux

More or less anecdotally impractical  

Lost from steerage of life itself

As if I were suddenly left rudderless

By some unexpected happenstances

And now mercy to changing currents

Unknowing as to where they’ll stream

And I- subsist in their wakes tow

Bobbing above and surfaces below

Liken those helpless tiny bubbles

Far too obscure to take notice of     

And just as easy to become forgotten       

Deep breathes once fueled my sails

Like my lived memories beheld…pure love

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Ambiance

I’m grateful for God’s graces

In any matter of form to come

Like an old house sitting idle

Filled with bumps and bruises

A zephyr toys at hung curtains

In an upper chamber window

Laughter and tears by children  

Scars and mars were left etched

That had once upon lived there

Echoing throughout its essence  

My heart and soul misses you

As my facade floods with tears

You seem to be the only matter

I’ve distinctly done right… in life      

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Greying

Days don’t change much anymore

And your absence is still noticed

No matter where I am or what I do

I stopped pretending it wasn’t real

Because there’re too many moments

I’d look in the eye and fail to deny

Which tired me faster than the truth

I stopped looking out of my windows

With that naive fashion of optimism

Daily dread oft hung like curtains

Making it easier to hide out- inside  

At times I’m forced to separate them  

To let the sunshine, sanitize my life    

But what is a life devoid of love… in it?

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Clairity

I walked away from a narrative of lies

I had nothing to disprove- to anyone

Bloodletting is meant to demoralize

Indiscretions are measured in degrees

If sin comparison for everyone is equal   

I’ve got further from being recognized

Because I refuse to deny my lived life  

If I must, I’ll live alone inside my truths

And one-way conversations with old ghost       

Empathy is an island they leave unfound       

I breathe in its fresh air every single day      

My scars will forever be part of me now      

And I still bleed inside my heart’s dreams

Behind the fogginess of my true… reality

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Wanderings

Your memories akin to breadcrumbs

Little bits of God’s divine grace

That feed my soul’s existence

Most days replicate each other

And while I embrace change

Not all change is without a price

I feel pulled in a dozen directions

And I want to move- forwardly

Without leaving any of you behind

It is not fear causing hesitation

But rather a love feeling incomplete

In both its gifting and receiving  

If only my eternal love and faith

Brought forth your manifestation… once

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Presevationist

Since you’ve been gone

I’ve been nothing but lost

You were the counterbalance

When everything went wrong

Nothing I can say will change

My broken direction now

Life will never be the same

Cynical whispers hound my peace

In night and daydream turbulence   

Whenever I strive to reemerge  

From shattered pieces of my heart

As my shadow is absorbed in a darkness

And I’m just a living memory

That refuses to forget… you existed  

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