the ocean in her eyes
had finally dried
she tilted her head
toward the sky
the sunlight
flooded her
with warm thoughts
a ghost of a smile
danced across her visage
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Cupid’s arrow doesn’t pierce armor
Waited longer than an eternity
But he never showed
No knight on a horse
Romeo under the moonlight
Serenade love songs
Pen love poems
Love locked
Walk with a poker face
Pretending I don’t care
Cupid’s arrow flies
Doesn’t hit the mark
I stand on the shore
Relationships sail
He doesn’t meet me
Not even in dreams
From a distance
Is he on the other side of the moon
Impervious to Cupid’s arrow
I march alone
Lost in reverie
That’s never real
On the sidelines of love
We’ve never met
We’re as far as the moon is from the sea
Beauty looked at her reflection
to her it wasn’t perfection
she was no doubt the fairest of them all
she took the looking glass and threw it against the wall
she wanted to see her reflection no more
as she laid on the bedroom floor
crying tears of sorrow
she didn’t care about tomorrow
others saw beauty and grace
she saw a distorted face
beauty was broken
like the shattered piece of looking glass
She lives in her head
such a crowded place
on the edge of reason
A Rose shaped hole in her heart
she walks through a haze
talking to the moon
minuscule mustard seed in her pocket
dreams at her feet
lost in a sea of people
voice too small among the din
a maelstrom of emotions
she swims in tears
she lives in her head
such a crowded place
I have a mundane existence. There is no variation in my day to day doings. I wake up, go to work. Come home. Repeat. I feel pressed down. I actually feel a plethora of emotions. The lost of my mom was the deepest cut. Feeling really alone in this world of 7 billion. She was the person I could talk to the most. Now I’m in a house that is falling apart, filled with clutter. I spend some of my off days chucking stuff in the rubbish. But I really need to hire somebody to move this clutter. I really don’t have a social life. Never had a dating life.I feel I’m unmatchable. I don’t think there is anyone out there for me. I don’t have any guy friends, so I really don’t know anything about romance and such. I’ve been single all my life. I guess I probably always will be. I suppose I never put a lot of effort into romantic pursuits. I have put a lot of effort into trying to be a writer that gets published. But so far that’s been a bust. All three if my manuscripts, rejected. Maybe my fourth will be the charm. It’s still the only dream I have. I really would like to achieve it, even more than a relationship. I once tried self-publishing. Sold ten copies. Spent eight months on dating sites. Facebook friends with a guy, who lives in Canada. Spent thousands on hair growth this and that. Still can’t rubber band a strand. I will end my mundane musings here.
Dressed in mourning
sipping on tears
thinking of the sunrises missed
words unspoken
a heart torn in two
there are no more birthdays
just rain soaked eyes
the evening breaks
the heart isn’t whole
thinking of your sunset
the laughter stopped
there are no more tomorrows
just the mourning
on an autumn day
my world turned iron gray
as you drifted away
leaving autumn colder
than December
falling leaves
can not go back to the tree
I couldn’t bring your
breath back to you
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