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365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Sixty-Three

he called me a cunt.
this is my family.
no presents or Christmas cheer here.
just loneliness and heartache.

nobody’s fault but mine.
some asshole butchered Stairway last night.
and I don’t work at a guitar store.

so many things I should do.
but proper functioning is not on my radar.
I’ve broken the last good dream.
there was for me.

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

tis the season.
to think about things past.
miss the things you had.
and cry.

the cold shocks.
tears stop.
if only for a little while.
they always return.

too much.
always too much.
I break.
I am not strong.
I am not worthy.
but at least I’m alive.

for now.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Sixty-One

remember every scar.
he said.
then closed the lid.
left to his fate.
the anger motivates.
then destroys.
but erasure empties.
the beaten soul.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-Four

sky is watercolor.
clouds across a blue wash.
centered by the wind.

shifting temperatures.
and broken things.
always identified with.
the Island of Misfit Toys.

the sky is watercolor.
sun a lightbox, diluting color.
till all fades to white.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-Three

do the work. release.
pain is not for all to see.
outside poems and dreams.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-Two

jump the sun.
with carbon wings.
an entry to.
eternal spring.
religion of.
the unknown space.
striving for.
the smallest taste.
reign down.
feudalism is not dead.
government reverts.
all hop beds.
to win the purchase.
of their flight.
convert your demons.
sleep through the night.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-One

paid a hitman.
no view of the blood.
this is the result of lust.
overwhelming love.

ends of ends.
no sense of home.
this is what it’s like.
to fully be alone.

wish I hadn’t killed us.
but it seems what I do.
breaking over loss of home.
crying out for June.

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