THE KEY

I WISH I COULD BLAME THE PAIN,

THE AIM OF THE GUN, AT MY BRAIN

BUT I CAN’T. IT’S ALL ME,

I’M THE ONE WHO HELD THE KEY,

TO THE DOORS TAGGED ONE, TWO AND THREE.

MY CHOICE TO MAKE, NO ONE DECIDED BUT ME.

 

THE DOOR I UNLOCKED WAS QUITE A DILLY,

THERE WAS NO JOY, AT NO TIME SILLY,

STRAIGHT AWAY IT OPENED TO TRAGEDY,

PAINTED WITH A TOUCH OF CALAMITY

HAND DRAWN SYMBOLS STILL WET FROM THE BLOOD

EACH SYMBOL REPRESENTING THE LOSS OF A LOVE.

Design photo by BLT

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Anti-Love

Writing about love is difficult for me.

My relationships were not the best, you see.

I’m not sure if what we had was love;

looking back at it now, it was all push and shove,

all fighting and jealousy, and way to much drink,

Too much crying, hate spewed and it makes me think

the thing we called love was so far from it;

more like an anti-love with a cherry upon it.

The Un-Family

Family                 a fantasy            of love.

Untrue                 this fantasy        of family.

Cloudy                 my memories     as a child.

Loyalty                misplaced           a lie.

Trust                             this family           no more.

Exit                      this illusion         any door.

6:00 p.m.

It’s 6:00 p.m. and once again

this day comes to an end.

Which is to say this boring day

has slipped away…

Now night shines dark

and the stars spark

something so appealing

it’s downright revealing…

A familiar silhouette, a friendly smile,

a dear dear love who’s been gone awhile.

Now the moment, this moment in time,

is the best of them all, now love is mine.