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2018 new me

Time to shred off the old skin

The storm passed

Clouds part

And there is a boy who is filled with life

He sees the future

He knows he’s got this

The mirror no longer stares at nobody

The mirror reflects a boy on a mission

The boy grabs the oars

Takes a step into the canoe

He takes off down the river with hope

Stories of the Worries

All the worries

Become so many stories

Confusing at the front

Hope in the back

I lay down

And my heart is down

Adjusting to the new reality

When will I fully feel normal

For now I turn the pages

Looking for a page with words

Emptiness eats me alive

But it’s too cold to dig my grave

Fall falls

The days get colder 

The days get shorter 

Life gets longer 

Life gets faster 

School 

Work 

MyGirl

Birthday 

Anniversary 

Christmas 

Sports 

I think of all those events on the way 

By the time I finish thinking 

Sun is down and soon a new day to begin 

Almost 23

That number or digit seems very old. I am back at college so that is good. Eventually I will have a degree. I have a fun part time job working with kids. I for once in my life have a girl friend. I am suppose to publish a book in a couple of weeks… that goal will fail. All in all life is on the upward, and hopefully this blog will be on the upward with some new poetry. Also FALL time is the best! School, lots of sports on TV to watch, and great weather.

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I wake up not feeling sleepy 

But feeling alive 

Because there’s you 

The light at the end of the tunnel 

The fire that keeps me going 

The reason to get through the week 

Whatever cute thing I say about you

Just know the cutest thing I can say is 

You are so cute in all your cute ways

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Dirty Money

Her bottom lip dropped as she smeared mascara on her upper lashes

She had a thousand imperfections and make up did the trick 

Of course she had to hide most of her natural beauty because that’s what the men preferred 

The mirror portrayed a beautiful woman, hopefully the guys saw more than just lust 

She put on her barely covering stockings and bedazzled bra, taking one last look in the mirror 

She was set to have a great night in town

But just the thought of having to twirl herself around and shake her booty for some dollar bills was sickening 

Guys drooling, bulges, dirty looks, smacks, touching, filthiness, all done by pathetic losers and not her husband

But he’s been gone for months; seems to have bought a one way ticket out of crazy town 

By the nights end she would be exhausted just to return to the small apartment that she could barely afford in the first place 

With her child gone there was no point in keeping up with the cleaning either 

So with that in mind she left her apartment that evening in hopes of a better life 

Took one last look around, scoffing as she turned off the lights not even bothering to lock the door

She bought herself a one way ticket out

Poison Bottles

You break the bottle without a drop of alcohol staining the carpet

Laughs, giggles, smirks, dumb sentence follows your lips

Blood flow increases, my eyes narrow, clinched, ready

An act of a lifetime starts, swooping down to steal my anger

And like always I look the other way

And the next morning when I wake up alone

I ask myself

What’s worse, the fact she breaks wine bottles without a drop,

Or the fact that she’s so far gone?

Either way my carpet isn’t getting destroyed, but I am

Whether I know it or not, slowly, each drop, each sip…

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Define the definition of defiantly.