Poem: Euphoria

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addiction, choices, death, drugs, heroin, poem, Poetry, regret

As someone who has never taken drugs, can somebody explain what it’s like?

#NotACop

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Behold:

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Life is bad but drugs are good

Even though I know I should

Quitting seems like a waste of time

Like heating up this spoon while I write this rhyme

But the pain won’t any other way go

And I won’t stop till in hell there’s snow

This is my joy and my curse

And will one day shove me in a hearse

But I need it now and I need it fast

The high never does seem to last

I know I should have stayed in school

Now I feel like quite the fool

And I probably should have listened to dad

If he saw me now he’d be quite mad

I’m sorry I stole money from your safe

From the path of righteousness I did strafe

But soon all that will be lost in a haze

And I will spend the afternoon in a daze

To mute the pain and silence the guilt

I will jam this needle right up to the hilt

A brief euphoria is what I seek

My desire is strong, my will is weak

So mom and dad I hope you forgive

This worthless child who chose not to live

I’m sorry if I cause you to cry

When you find out how I did die

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Poem: Roses Are Red

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alone, club, clubbing, fling, love, lover, one night stand, passion, poem, Poetry, regret, soulmate

Love always finds a way.

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Behold:

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—————–ROSES ARE RED—————–

You left your scarf on my bed

Perfume lingers in my home

Whereforth do you roam?

I met you in a clubber’s bar

After searching near and far

We partied the night away

And slow danced with many a sway

You said you wanted something more

I said be careful I sometimes snore

But you laughed and came along with me

And showed me a side that no others could see

—————–THE VIOLET’S BLUE—————–

Sitting on the table overlooking the view

I eat a breakfast all alone

I don’t even know if you own a phone

Did you feel a connection as I did

Or could you not wait to be rid

Of a lover by chance you did meet

And in his heart you took a seat

I wonder if you know my name

Or that like the others I am not the same

Was I nothing more than a simple toy

Used for little more than momentary joy

—————–SUGAR IS SWEET—————–

That’s what I felt when we did meet

I believed I had found my soulmate

But maybe I was a few years too late

Tonight I will wander the place we met

For I know that we two belong in a set

I have hope in my heart and faith in my soul

Until I find you this world I’ll stroll

I shan’t be lonely nor shed a tear

Even if it takes all year

For this world is lovely, good and true

—————–AND, SO ARE YOU—————–

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Poem: I Am Here!

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abuse, animal, death, dog, love, neglect, poem, Poetry, puppy, regret, sorrow

Please… look at me…
Behold:

I remember when you used to hold me

When you used to touch me

When you used to love me

I remember when he gave me to you

You were beyond happy

Beyond excited

Beyond emotions

You loved me

You cared for me

You were my home and my rock

You would take me for walks daily

You would run alongside me

My tiny legs struggling to keep up

But now I am a bother

A nuisance

A pet

No more do we walk

No more do we run

No more, no more

I am no longer cute, you said

I am no longer small, you said

I am no longer fun, you said

And yet you never asked me

What I wanted

What I needed

You tore me from my mother

You took me from my home

I never asked for this

I never wanted this

I only wanted a slice of your love

A sliver of your home

A piece of your heart

But even that is too much for you

So now I sit

Growing older

So now I stay

Growing weaker

So now I lie

Growing lighter

All I ask

All I plead

All I want

Is that you look at me

Is that you smile at me

Is that you wave at me

I will not ask for more

I will not hope for more

I will not dream for more

One last time

Call me to you

Before I am gone

Show that you understand

Show that you know

Show that you care

For I Am Here…

Until I Am Here No More…

Thank you for listening.

Poem: Thirty-Four

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death, disease, dying, grief, illness, koinophobia, poem, Poetry, regret, terminal, young

Life isn’t fair, but Death is

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Behold:

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I have not lived as I directed

I will not die as I expected

My life was short but not sweet

My goals I have not even begun to meet

Regret fills my entire mind

To my fate I wish I was blind

Tears endlessly fill my eyes

And I pray my family will not listen to my cries

I will not see my boy become a man

None of this is according to plan

I will not walk the aisle with my little girl

I will not see her wed, my sweet darling pearl

My wife, my widow I will not see age

At this the most I direct my rage

My friend alone I shall leave

I pretend I see not, tears wiped on his sleeve 

I see their pity and their grief

At this life of mine far too brief

I did not smoke nor drink a drop

Yet that did not slow my life’s sudden stop

This is neither fair nor right

Why was I picked to suffer this blight?

Some say that this is God’s decree

That I should neither wail nor plea

But I say that cruelty is as cruelty be

And very soon He will have to answer to me!

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Poem: Saudade

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heartbreak, koinophobia, lost, love, poem, Poetry, regret, temporary

Don’t let go.
Behold:

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We met in passing 

In a quiet town hall

It was not long lasting

And yet we had a ball

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We spent the summer laughing

As hours passed as seconds

In the mall where I was staffing

Winter’s cold was not beckoned

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Her father was a rich man

I was poor as dirt

He told me he was sixth Dan

And no more could we flirt

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We met in secret nightly 

Our love warmed the car

We knew it wasn’t rightly

We knew it’d leave a scar

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And yet as summer died

We did not want to part

He found out that we’d lied

He made me break her heart

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Yet still I wonder after

Did I misstep all those years ago?

Will I ever again hold laughter?

Have I lost my one true beau?

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Thank you for listening. 

Poem: Serenity through Transcendence

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anxiety, breathe, koinophobia, meditation, peace, poem, Poetry, regret, serenity, stress, transcend, worry

There is no spoon.

Behold:

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Step back.

Look around.

What do you see?

An office?

A classroom?

A home?

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

What you see is not what you see.

What you see is what you believe.

So…

Change your beliefs.

Change your thoughts.

Change your everything.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Unshackle your feet.

Unshackle your mind.

Cast off the anchors of stress and worry.

Let your body fly.

Let your mind soar.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Where are you now?

No longer an office.

A field of green and yellow.

No longer a classroom.

An endless golden beach.

No longer a home.

A majestic mountain peak.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Close your eyes.

Close them again.

Now open them, and see the world as it should be.

No worries.

No fears.

No regrets.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Now step forward.

Back to the office.

The classroom.

The home.

Let your body return to what is.

Let your mind stay where it should be.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Experience serenity.

Experience transcendence.

Experience the world for what it could be.

Breathe in.

Live.

Breathe out.

Live.

Carry on with who you are.

And what you do.

But leave your worries behind.

One last time.

Do you trust me?

Believe in me.

For I shall set you free.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

This world may shackle your body.

But your mind will always be free.

Thank you for listening.