The What-If Store
I shrug, shake my head and smile
That moment,
Away,
Knowing though,
The what-if store is always open
Poetry
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Lurker
As a blogger, I know the frustration and the maddening silence of the vast majority of my readers. The ones that never comment, never answer a poll or a question, never show me their existence except in the mysterious numbers on my stats charts. But oddly, I also know the…
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Lies, Lies, Lies
LiesSmall lies, white lies,Untruths, fabrications,Great deceptionsEasy, familiar wordsOr even none at all They must weigh somethingThe truth as heavy as it is, just won’t compareFor that lie stands,seemingly a smokescreenBut really a solid wallBuilt on the crumbling foundation of your face It sinksEver so slowlyDown from your eyes, into your…
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Writers
Writers are sad people,
stewing in the acrid juices of their own guilt
frustration, shame, impotence
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Completion
We were talking at cross purposes. We were enjoying domestic reverie together. How did it blossom into completion?
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Kite
You reached out your heart to me. What I found, tied me to you. What we are, is a kite.
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Sieve
My heart is a sieve. Shot with tiny holes.
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Conversations
Some conversations are traps, some are escapes.
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Gentleman
I run with my wordsRacing my thoughtsGetting ahead of my emotionsBecause I’m scared you’ll turn away before I’m done But then I pauseTo catch my breathAnd realise you’re still listeningAnd also that I’ve forgotten what I was saying Then you hold me closeIn a way, I’ve never knownBut, which makes…
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Smile
My smile is like a neon lightLighting up all aroundAnd drowning out all elseBrilliance in personIt says, “I’m happy!” Yours is like a candle flameA single flicker in the darknessEnveloped in a warm embrace of shadowsGentleness personifiedIt says, “I make you happy.” And you do. *Read my other Love Poetry….
