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Foot prints on the moon

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Go quietly, go peacefully, leave your tiny foot prints on the moon.

Wait for me amongst heavenly bodies, where we will meet again soon.

Your journey has sadly ended and yet, it’s only just begun, in a moment I will close my eyes, one final time, and we’ll be together as one.

For this world did not deserve you and I fear neither did I, but this life feels like a hopeless void without my tiny special guy.

So wait for me and please don’t cry, mommy is on her way. It won’t be years, weeks or months, I will be with you today…

Faceless names & Nameless Faces

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A life spent in service, though not many know, a nameless face helping in every store that you go,

A thankless job, yet expectations are exceeded, but yet still no one can acknowledge you’re needed,

A faceless name on the other end of the phone, takes all your abuse for companies they don’t own,

The customers don’t care and the bosses don’t either, although without you, there wouldn’t be neither.

One final glass

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One final glass of whiskey neat, I lie to myself as I repeat, so lonely in this crowded place, where souls come to surrender. Where the fight is done, the pretence of peace has become a house of splendor. Just a moment’s peace in chaotic surrounding, for the morning after, my head starts pounding, so just one more please, so I may release what weights heavy on my heart.

For my days are spent in concentration, on tasks for which I have no patience, how I wish I could do just what I loved, instead I’m here beneath your thumb, my body and soul don’t move as one, I dread the person I’ve become, so one more glass until I’m done, just one more glass to leave me numb.

By now you can tell that I’m lying, to empty the bottle is what I’m trying, so fill my cup and hold the ice, you’ve filled it once, now fill it twice, pour one for every morbid soul that frequents your house with sordid goals, to numb their pain is all they’re trying, such a lively house filled with the dying.

The drinking man…

The broken but whole

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We are the broken but whole and though our cracks, they may be deep, do not mistake this for a weakness, for I assure you we are not weak, we will not shatter when shaken, we will not crumble under pressure, our golden standard our own, we are not here for you to measure,

We will rise above expectations, in the depths we do not creep, we do not follow, we are not sheep, we know our value and we are not cheap, for we are the broken but whole, everyone of us unique

Another Sunday Morning

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Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?

Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,

So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.

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Acceptance

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Your silence tells me a story, your smile contradicts your eyes, your body language says all that needs to be said, yet your words take me by surprise,

Show me the true you my sweet stranger, show me what lies beneath, I can read you just like an open book, so remove your sword from its sheath,

Take your best shot, hit me hard, cut me deep, get under my skin and reach deeper within, shake my core, reveal to me your darkest sin and understand acceptance from one who is not your kin

We all have a past, we’ve all made mistakes, we all have traumas filling our plates, we all want a clean sheet, a wiping of slates, but rising from failures is what makes us great

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Friends forever

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You’ve known me for years, we lost touch and reconnected, so much time has elapsed and yet our friendship is unaffected,

Things have changed and so have we, but yet we still share a deep connection, our bond is strong and has survived, as if it were natural selection,

You became a mom, I became a dad, our priorities had changed, but yet somehow with things different now, we never felt estranged,

You have always and will always be my closest friend, time may pass and things may change, but we’ll be friends until the end

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Solace in Solitude

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Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,

Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,

I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,

A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…

Phonophobia

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Can’t gather my thoughts, all this noise is confounding, can’t think anymore, every sound just compounding, I make every effort to block it all out, but the Achilles moment is simply a SHOUT!

A Thud! And a Tick! And a Clap! With no beat, a BANG! And a Screech! Make my minds music sheet, I plug my own ears and clench my eyes firmly, a last-ditch effort for screams not to discern me

I find a quiet corner, my eyes starting to tear, I continue to suffer, Phonophobia

I dream of sleep

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I wish that I could sleep tonight, I wish my mind would let me, I wish that I could find some peace, and my problems would all forget me

I wish I feared the demons cheers and the monster beneath the bed, for in that case I could tell myself ”it’s all just in your head”

So why can’t I just close my eyes and travel the land of dreams, the nightmare is too real to me and I can’t wake up it seems

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