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pictures

pictures so perfect

desirable in all ways

dreams fulfilled by youth

nothing less is accepted

a never-ending nightmare

 

June 1, 2014 at 10:55 pm 1 comment

conceal…no more

§

you look into my eyes

and

i wonder what you see.

am i the person standing in front of you

or

some other someone who sets you free?

§

please tell me who i am,

so

i can decide on what to do –

live with a lie each night of my life

or

quite simply walk away from you?

§

BUT

§

of course you will not be truthful,

because you are a coward

and

afraid –

that if the truth is revealed,

you will lose your rock:

your loyal domestic

and

risk being flayed.

§

the truth is

i WANT you to say it,

say what it is,

say what it is YOU feel –

because this life we are living is full of deceit

and

this hurt inside –

i can NO longer conceal.

rain 4-27-14

cold, rainy sunday

April 27, 2014 at 2:18 pm 15 comments

always still

on my mind always

a heart full of love and hope

still missing him – so

*

sunset on a snowy night

January 3, 2014 at 2:25 pm 16 comments

the wife

an

object

where she stands

no breath or thought

a shiny jewel.

on her pedestal

she may not speak

his trophy

her heart –

dead.

November 7, 2013 at 5:40 pm 8 comments

decisions

§

the days are long,

the nights are longer,

when one is deciding their fate.

so many questions and thoughts to ponder –

sometimes it is easier to sit and wait

but

why wait for someone who will never return,

who is in love with someone else?

who no longer holds my trust –

was not true to his word

and

never cared for us but only himself?

the answers should be clear

staring me straight in the face –

these questions should not exist

however

the word unconditional

keeps arguing its case –

my heart is not mine

it belongs only to him.

§

autumn pond

the pond outside my door
fountain has been turned off for the winter

October 30, 2013 at 2:30 pm 11 comments

he is…

no longer around

silent cavern far away

cold and lonely nights

driving home

quiet drive home

October 24, 2013 at 1:45 pm 8 comments

chains

¿

who

am i?

what is this

voice which speaks from

a sad, lonely place?

why can’t he understand

that my heart still fights to breathe –

my mind still struggles daily to

break free from chains wrapped around my soul –

binding and suffocating me to death?

¿

¿

?

October 20, 2013 at 7:40 pm 16 comments

tissues

alone…i keep searching

for something i cannot find.

whether it truly exists,

i really don’t know

but

i keep looking in hopes it will be kind.

is it a thing or is it a person?

can it be a feeling or an idea?

will i know what it is when i find it

or

will i be blind never knowing it was real?

i used to believe it helps to have a someone,

another set of eyes walking by your side –

a shoulder for leaning or a hand for holding

needed tissues for one’s tear-filled eyes.

but

i have learned that having a someone

is not all what it is talked up to be.

there is no one with enough tissues –

except the person crying

and

this would be me.

sun

another autumn sunset over Lily Lake

October 16, 2013 at 2:50 pm 15 comments

can we?

connections broken

the jagged edge of mistrust

repairs unknown….still

October 15, 2013 at 3:15 pm 5 comments

but then – gone

his ears hear
but
do not listen
his eyes look
but
do not see
his voice talks
but
does not speak
he sits beside her
but
with no presence of mind
he kisses her lips
but
no feeling conveyed
then
one day she is gone
&
he
sees,
listens,
speaks,
and
feels
SADNESS.
rainbow 2

southeastern view from my balcony

September 26, 2013 at 2:51 pm 13 comments

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