She hushed me. I discovered, her grace and beauty make me stutter. Hair up in a bun, answers for everyone. Glasses pearched upon her nose….. I believe I’m in love, with the Librarian. Sitting at her desk, books at my request. An Angel amongst the pages. Wise and sweet….My love begins in stages….
Tag: Poetry
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Profess I do not care. Claim I’m over you. Quickly realize, I’m telling lies. It’s only you, my precious love. Shining beauty, beyond the stars. Only you will do…
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Ferris wheel round and round..carnival barker, lurking around. Clown smiling….Barker snarling…two separate thoughts….no denying…one good….the other maligning…..
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Halloween treats, kids in streets. Pumpkins carved, snacks and sweets. Costumes and masks, apple cider in casks. Witches and goblins, spiders and bats. And as always, big black Cats….
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Masquerading as myself. Posing as someone else. I smile and laugh, shake your hand. Trying to remember who I am. Good or bad. Bad or good. Perhaps just misunderstood…
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The agenda called for this. The schedule addressed it. Participants were informed. Each individual had a say. Still, when it was time to vote. The majority claimed, they did not know….
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Crazy lighting, blindly shining. Hazy fog, outside surrounding. You and I, fervently pretending. Silhouette of our intertwining. Lost in a whirlwind, passionately denying…
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Take a long holiday. Everywhere, everyday. Inside my head, anyways…Escape the day, flee away. Far from pain and wretched sorrow. Forget everything, until tomorrow…..
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It’s a one way deal, that’s a fact. I’m in in love, not loved back. Desperate feelings are quite intense. Swirling about, makes no sense. Her words are sweet. Her actions dreadful. Leaving me, forlorn and regretful….
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I’ll save my tears, one by one. Deposit them in a cup. Fill it up. Dump it in a river. See if they float. I’ll bet they won’t. They’ll sink so low, I’m sure it’s so. No problem, not this time. I’m all dried up, the sun still shines….
Escape Reality 