Taking Care Of Myself

Even when you are gone, I take care of myself, just the way you taught me.

Kool Cids

Kool Cids

I remember that I had a terrible stomach ache earlier. I told myself, You are probably hungry.  Come on Honey and lets find something good for your belly.  Yeah, come on, it’ll be really good for you.

A huge smile on your face.

Oh, Your face in my mind anyway.  I can see you smiling sometimes and it is so real, that I see only inside my head and I think that you are really smiling there in front of me.

Sometimes it is the things we most want to be a part of that we somehow miss

e v e r y  t i m e.

Life hurts.

~w~rAbbit~

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One Flaw in Women

One Flaw in Women.

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Replay, please? That sucked.

Time can’t be changed.
This is now and cannot be turned.
There is no replay.
But there are wishes –
And how I wish –
And stifle wishes to be
Contented, to feel free;
To love now and not
Fantasize about a different then.
Changed “two years” to “same years”
Took back the last four years,
If I hadn’t been in a hurry,
If you hadn’t waited, uncaring, so long…
And time took us terrible places,
Through our own bad choices,
And to find each other now –
This love hurts for two hearts:
Broken, leaking and falling apart –
They were shredded by time
In different places-
And not far off-
Staring at other faces.
Confused and growing dim,
Becoming numb by choices and sin-
And we shouldn’t have been,
And we could have been.
Only cities apart
Minds in the dark
pain from actions
Barely breathing
Kicking and screaming-
While still as stone and slowly dying
With reality as we found it.
And if only
You had found me
Or I you.

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Morning 11.5.2013

The trees are on fire
The sun comes up
My little girl snuggled
In my bed
Waking and whispering
The sweet secrets
Brought by language
At its infant birth
My big girl
On the bus
She won her cupcake
She wasn’t late
And I
Sift through the house
And the day
And month
Year and years
Looking for a different present

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Written in

Learning can be a battle
but one worth the winning
if the war of life is worth the fighting
if the peace of sleep is worth the finding
when the goal of smiling tends to be too much the effort
we know
we need
to know
with each passing our breaths
have still been too few and
our knowledge is only this,
that we barely knew
that we need to know
more to see
more to clear
more of this clouded vision
that we call sight.
Oh poor hearts why?
Can we just open our chest
to know the world
without the delusion
of these colored glasses of eyes?

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Time for a drive

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October 3, 2013 · 2:06 pm