Monthly Archives: September 2013

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy-Two

start from here there is.
no sense in regrets and loss.
new plans are the key.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy-One

threw my heart away.
was a stupid thing to do.
let anger overwhelm me.
and forgot about the truth.

threw my soul away.
it happened long ago.
so hard to remember pleasure.
when the pain starts to flow.

threw my heart away.
and now it’s done, no more.
smiles and love swept lingerings.
a closed up shop, a battered door.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy

a place I’ve never been.
people I barely know.
stayed in bed.
tried to understand.
the meanings.
trying to understand.
the past.
and let things go.
faces switching.
we mocked the end of the world.
the table covered with.
the detrious of games.
and snow came.
the setting switched.
the freezer full.
rest is what was needed.
all along.
so I will take it.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-Nine

the anger consumes me.
I cannot think.
I cannot breathe.
and nothing.
seems to help anymore.
the hurt lashes out.
no way out.
I am better off.
then there’s no one to hurt.
when it is uncontrollable.
it is my right.
this pain.
no love enough.
to strengthen me.
no music to clear me.
no thoughts.
but of the end.
I want to get better
but it doesn’t last.
the anger consumes me.
makes me real.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-Eight

and I’m not.
but I am still willing.
to forgive.
to try.
I was.
you’ve lost that now.
unless you learn.
how to beg.
like the dog you are.
get used to.
living without me.


I wanted to let you go.
but I.

I pick at scabs.
it’s always been.
a failing and.
a saving.
so I.

The words twist.
I know I’ve done wrong.
and do not deserve forgiveness.
I will be alone.
If I must.
but I can’t.
find another.

They say.
It will happen.
but I hear the lie.
this empty part.
of my heart.
is yours.
I can’t.
let things go.
but I will.
respect your space.
even though I feel.
that I can’t.


I clear my phone of you.
I clear my life of you.
return to my books.
and my rest.
hoping it will be enough.
to forget.

I hurt everything.
I break it.
scared of needing anyone.
only to be left again.

the books do not make.
promises they can’t keep.
nor run from me.
when the pain makes everything.
too much.

I clear my life of you.
I break it.
have to heal alone.
have to cry alone.

the words don’t fail me.
they don’t lie.
forgiveness is a thing.
I have to give myself.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-Seven

I remember.
waking up next to you.
and thinking.
this is where I am supposed to be.
forever and ever.

it is not to be.
for I am too broken.
and barely alive.
and you are the same.
boundaries thin.
boundaries thick.
it does not match.

alone is better.
influence too much of a strain.
on a soul already burdened.
by consequences.

the world and the words.
do not stop turning.
but joy cannot be given.
it must be won.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-Six

the pen is a viper.
insanity seethes.
from brain to paper.
no answers there for me.

the truth is pain.
I hold it, I die.
see pretty promises.
as heartache, as lies.

there’s no love to take me.
none of it was real.
should’ve pushed to keep you home.
I need to rest, I need to heal.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-Five

I didn’t know what to tell you.
I didn’t know what to say.
and so I made a shitty mess.
don’t know why my mind works this way.

I don’t know how to be happy.
I need to remember myself.
no matter how good it feels.
I can’t do that with someone else.

it wasn’t a phone call I had to make.
it wasn’t the end of a dream.
all the indecision.
made it too hard to come clean.

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