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Poetry on the Strange and Romantic side of things
This is just a little of the insight into the wonderfully strange mind of me...enter if you dare.
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The Emptiness Without You
Empty and revealing, left without a trace never to feel the warmth of your embrace Tracing pictures in the dust on the windows
and listening to the noises down below
the beeping horns and sirens ringing in my ears
the solitude becomes real and confirms my fears
Lonliness has traced my footsteps across the floor
where it has found familiar ground, visited before
wrapped in the embrace of sweet, cold silence
scolded by my pure and unadulterated insolence
Casted aside, once what i did not want now yearn
a lesson, taught to me in servitude to learn
wanting more than anything to step into the light
yet waiting in the darkness in the eternal night
waking is not an option, I reaped my own rewards
sitting in silence staring towards the doors
looming there in front of me taunting even now
choose one escape it matters not, if or when or how
Standing frozen there in pain is my eternal hell
it matters not without you i have learned this well.
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Joyless Holidays
Stringing up the garland, and putting up the tree watching for the snow, and singing filled with glee Smells of cinnamon and sugar fill the air
spirit fills most people everywhere
Hanging the stockings, and filling them with toys
and baking holidays cookies are one of many joys
sitting here in silence, watching all the lights
Snow falls upon the ground, and cold upon the nights
an emptiness inside me grows more every day
while everyone around me carries on their way
i laugh a laugh and smile a smile
while my family is across the miles
Finding myself wishing it could be
like holidays past when family
gathered and we ate as one and shared a loving time
so many years ago, now memories of mine
Years have past and I've found my family
Loving and accepting understanding me
yet there is a place in my heart will never heal
for a family i had and a time it once was real
now making room in my heart for a new one
come as a blessing to me for all that they have done
As the holidays heal for me, and years pass
I will have my family, and holidays at last.
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