Poem #60

I believe in writing pain out of myself
and I’ve been doing it for a while now
but I’ve reached a point where I can’t
find the words to express myself.

There is something just floating inside
of me, some feelings gathering together
creating an overwhelming force inside
my chest and I’m scared it will burst out.

Burst out of me like an avalanche,
covering my world to the last detail.
Erupt like a volcano destroying
everything I know but keeping the pain
and the verses under the surface for
someone to find and take away. Take this
burden off my chest.

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Poem #57

Women are like watches. Our hearts
go tick-tock. Every now and then when
someone touches our crown it makes
us go faster than the other clocks. We have
our own time and time zone, a whole new world.

Unfortunately you made her be late,
a whole life time behind other clocks
when you’ve touched the crown and left.

But as I said, it’s a crown. She fixed it
and kept on ticking by herself. Tick-tock,
tick-tock.

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Poem #52

The beauty is washed away from her
face with every rain. Her years are hitting
the ground like leaves. She doesn’t have
any more springs and the sun isn’t
warming the hills of her body.

He is fading away with each sip from
that bottle. His youth is going away
with every cigarette he holds the way
he held her. His pillows are worn out
because he hugged them at night pretending
they were her.

They are walking a lonely road not realizing
it’s time to put pride to rest and wear out
their legs running back to each other
before the sun sets on the last opportunity
they have left for happiness.

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Poem #51

If you quit smoking lighting up
just one more cigarette will lead you
to smoking a whole pack a day.
If you stopped drinking, just more
shot will bring you to the bottom of the bottle.
Bad habits have a way of pulling us
in, swallowing us whole and making us
their slaves who always crave more pain.

It’s the same with people. Once you
quit them, just one more moment
could lead to a relapse, months of
rehab and withdrawal crisis.
You can’t do something bad just once
thinking you will be able to wake up
in the morning and just be fine.

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Thank you

I am all about celebrating small victories so I just wanted to thank you all for helping me reach this milestone.

Having 500 of you following me is very important to me because I gathered the majority of you in the last 30 something days since I’ve started to post regularly and since I’ve started to be more open and courageous in my writing.

This community is very important to me because it helped me get though some troubles by sharing my opinions and feelings here. This blog became an important part of my life and is helping me grow every day and all of this wouldn’t be possible without your love, support and kind comments.

I know I’m repeating myself but again I just want to say thank you, thank you, thank you and I love you all!

Poem #47

You come back into my life in waves.
You stay just enough to get sand all over
me and it takes me months to wash it
off my body and out of my hair.
You know how to invade my life for a
second and linger for days.
I don’t know what’s more stupid –
you torturing me like that or me hoping
every time that you’ll stay.

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Poem #46

The war didn’t begin now. Something
that never ended can’t just begin now
you clueless child. Hell won’t stop
burning just because you pretend you
can’t see the flames. You should try
running through the fire, maybe it
will burn less.

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