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I always look back
Wishing I could stay
In the time of my beloved yesterday
I always wish today could be the day before
I always miss the day before
Because I never know what I have at the moment
At least until it's gone
So now I waste every moment wishing for the past
The past has moment I want to reclaim
As the present slips away
Adding to the ever growing list
Of things I want back
And as I waste time wanting things back
More and more of my time is lost
Anger at myself grows
For never learning the lesson
The lesson to learn is never waste a moment
And yet I waste my life away
Wishing for things that slipped through my grasp
And forever chasing yesterday
Wishing I could stay
In the time of my beloved yesterday
I always wish today could be the day before
I always miss the day before
Because I never know what I have at the moment
At least until it's gone
So now I waste every moment wishing for the past
The past has moment I want to reclaim
As the present slips away
Adding to the ever growing list
Of things I want back
And as I waste time wanting things back
More and more of my time is lost
Anger at myself grows
For never learning the lesson
The lesson to learn is never waste a moment
And yet I waste my life away
Wishing for things that slipped through my grasp
And forever chasing yesterday
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The Torturing Dream
Soft... her skin. He knew it would be before he even knew her name.
Silent... the breath he can't catch after his gasp when she said 'Hello gorgeous. Let's go make some trouble.'
Soft... the sheets on the bed in a room he'd never seen, but was happy to be inhabiting.
Silent... the arch of her back and the tears on her face, oxytocin induced...
Hard... the concrete he sees when he awakes from the dream
Cold... the skin on his chest where she laid her head seconds before
Hard... the sound of him lighting a cigarette in the quiet room
Cold... his breath when he exhales the first drag of another day
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I only fear myself
i.
For my birthday last year, I asked for rain:
no, for a storm, thick with thunder,
where every drop fell heavy and hard
weather which had blown in from the Pacific,
weather I could catch in my throat,
full to the brim and overflowing
to leave skin bruised,
bursting every berry on the boughs
tearing the blossoms and buds,
but the summer turned to drought
and I cooled my heels in the cellar instead.
ii.
This year the air is swaddling,
hot and humid, the sky a bolt of blue
hung with clouds, rich and royal,
and Christ's Mass dawns godless.
The night before had cusped on Winter's Solstice,
stretching long enough for a dream of you.
Somew
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The small town used to be peaceful. Until a chain of disappearances caused the town to exchange peace and solitude for havoc. Most citizens in this secluded town barricaded their doors at night, in fear the same fate will fall upon t
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So this is a poem I wrote a while ago, I'm reposting it from my old accout. I hope you like it. Ciao!
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I will lead the way(not control)and make every day count. I want to visit Vizcaya in Key Biscayne. It is supposed to be amazing. My love, it's all about doing things together. So, we help each other out. Isnt that a good feeling. Helping each other. Knowing someone is there for you, really watching your back