Ostracized…

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I feel awkward again.

Invisible, and small.

You turn me into a stranger,

I don’t belong with you all.


From pedastal to shelf,

It’s a long way to fall.

Now I’m gathering dust.

I’m invisible, and small.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stupid…

I swung from the ceiling,

till it all crashed down.

Bang, crash and sawdust,

Red wine, egg, clown.

My sis came and saved me,

She cooked me some food.

Iv been talking her ear off,

She’s been calming my mood.

Mood swinging…

 

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An emotional pendulum.

Swings high, and low.

A back and forth rhythm,

has a turbulent flow.

You hear musical laughter,

til a breeze rocks the boat…

And in the blink of an eye,

she’ll rip out your throat.

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Bryer.

Each morning brings the same heartbreak.

A nightmare that is lived awake.

Split second choice I once did make.

My daughter died from that mistake.

Three years of tears could fill a lake.

The strength you see is all a fake.

If it was them, their “life they’d take”.

But I’ll grow old…  For Bryers sake.

 

 

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Impossible choices…

Complicated heart.

A past love with no full stop in place.

vs

A present love with no desire to lose.

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It is impossible to choose

between my memories

and my now.

Me, myself and Mary…

A midnight smoke

Puffing solo, alone

Hot boxing the room

By myself, on my own

Eyes glazing over

Latest Mary-Jane fling

I’m heading outside

For a late at night swing.

Swing high…

I like to go swinging

at the drop of a hat,

flying high through the air

I’m a shed acrobat.

 

Mary-Jane joins me

we blow smoke to the sky

I like to go swinging

Late at night, getting high.

Time flies…

 

Puffing away on a crystal orb,

Searching for the elusive high…

Feet that won’t leave the ground,

Accepting frustration, no sting in sight

I turn away from the bowl….

 

 

Mary-Jane watches my desperate dance,

She smiles, and takes my hand.

We twirl together, in time to the music playing in my head,

tapping our toes to the tune.

Watching the hours wave, on their way pass…

Counting my blessings…

images (5)Sometimes I get so busy with life,

That I forget to actually live as well..