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Dear John, (Dear John Letter Contest)

I haven’t heard from you in ages.
I don’t know how to feel.
I know you’re overseas
and I know it’s cruel of me,
but I can’t be alone anymore.

I wish you were here to hold me.
I wish you could take the pain away.
But you’re not here to do those things
I just need to be “someone’s” again.

This is the last letter I’ll write to you.
And I’m sorry for the pain it will cause.
I wish things were different
But I can’t take the distance anymore.

Reading

When you read my words
In typeset or handwritten
Committed to lined pages
Or tapped purposefully
Through a spider’s web of cracks
On a tired smartphone screen
Beamed to the cloud
At near light speed
You become a traveler
A transcendental being of time
Radio antenna in the darkness
Of my lonely existence
Observers at a dusty window
Wiping detritus off the panes
Gaining insights to yourself
Through my own experience
Having been provoked to thoughts
Which otherwise might not have come

Alive again

Laying lifeless in a distant field
there i was
empty inside, beat down
my heartbeat faded with every breathe
my heartbeat grew more silent with time
with my last gaze at the setting sun
there lay an alluring figure
a prepossessing sight for my lifeless eyes
a bolt of lightning struck my fading heart
a rush of adrenaline ran through me
goosebumps formed on my frail skin.
i felt alive again, a love war veteran had,
had suddenly pummeled through his fears
for a long time i had given up, been shot,

Frenchie

In life we may touch others
Set beautiful things in motion
Sway and bolster the hearts
Of our family and friendships

All our kind actions and loving words
Moving like ripples on the surface
Outward projections of love
Rocking sleepy boats with reverberant lullabies

Echos in time whose source has expired
Don’t ever cease to exist
So long as there are ears to hear
The notes of a loving life can never decay

The Pursuit of Perfection, a Losing Game

In the realm of brown eyes and flowing hair,
A girl graced the world with beauty rare.
Yet, in her thoughts, a tumultuous sea,
Obsessed with appearance, it seemed to be.

She acknowledged her allure, without a doubt,
But yearned for more, a beauty to tout.
Her mind fixated on perfection's quest,
Determined to surpass, never to rest.

Why did she dwell on such futile thoughts?
Loneliness whispered, tying her in knots.
Dreams of flawlessness became her shield,
A refuge from rejections, yet unconcealed.

Dimensions of a Woman

The Oracle dwells within
The speaker of truth
a cleanser of sins
The Witch
lies and decieves
The jester
just wants to please
The fairy
dances everywhere
While Rupunzal
let's down her hair.

Tribute to Mother...

I wish that I had written letters to my mother
like my sister did
I wish that at least one of the dreams I had
came true... for her

I watched my crazy dreams crash and burn
you know,
where I was rich and famous
could buy her stuff...

I'm sure that my mother knew how much I loved her
but I know
I left scars on her heart, and even though she said
they had healed, I saw them

Back When There Was Hope

I used to believe in fate
Back when it was only designed for me and you
Every star, every sign
Proof from the universe’s messengers that we were soulmates

The way we so effortlessly clicked
Like a puzzle with only two pieces
But still valued our differences
Like two people making empty promises

After so many years of waiting
I knew it was right this time
An overpowering energy resided within us
Temporarily veiling the problems we faced before

A Letter to Dear John... May Challenge

And the letter started off, Dear John
I've been thinking about you too
see, I've discovered I can make it
without having to deal with you

No more explaining where I went
I don't need to lie again
Make excuses or hide away
hold my heart together in pain

When you come home this time
I certainly won't be here
I'm through with living a lie
and I don't want to live in fear

Will and Testament

I gave you money and song
I gave you poetry and rhyme
But I found it so difficult
to give you my time

I gave you flowers of pink
I gave you chocolate and wine
But I found it so challenging
To give you my time

I gave you a house and some kids
And a new sheepskin rug
But I found it challenging to
Give you that ‘love drug’

I gave you a garden of roses like
in your favourite song lines
I gave you your very own car
But I never gave you my time

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