Mom Doesn’t Wear A Cape

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Mom Doesn’t Wear A Cape

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Mom is too busy to iron her cape
living recycled days of work, chores, repeat
While the family basks in victories
she can never accept defeat.

Mom plows on in sickness and in health
because there’s no changing of the guard
She’s forced to hold it all together
even if life is a falling house of cards.

She finally has a moment of peace
while everyone is in bed asleep
Preparing for the storms of tomorrow
in a dark lonely corner, she weeps.

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“Mothers are the world’s greatest resource.” – The Lonely Author

Miss you Mom

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Photo of Gal Gadot of Wonder Woman fame taken from Google Images.

we are one

Sexy lovers in bedroom

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming (yes you guessed it) – LOVE.

we are one

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Please don’t ask me what are we
For the tugging of your heart is my gravity
You are gentle wind chimes ringing in my soul
as our broken pieces join to make us whole

You are the raging percussion inside my chest
I am the ebb and flow of your warm breast
We are the scorching heat of a solar flare
a refreshing breeze running through your hair

We are twin flames burning in sweet harmony
illuminating together cause we fit so perfectly
We are summer just before autumn has begun
My love we are and always will be one.

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“In a world of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling.” – Sanober Khan

Photo from Google Images.

Misplaced Laughter and Broken Dreams

Misplaced Laughter and Broken Dreams

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After a night of fighting demons

she awakens to a lonesome world of

misplaced laughter and broken dreams.

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A melancholy stranger who has forgotten

how to live occupies her fractured mirror,

an unwanted spirit in a reoccurring theme.

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She inhales oxygen and exhales pain as she

lives her lonely life with a nostalgic longing

to rediscover the happy girl she used to be.

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she is love

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she is love

She is a goddess

reigning over poetry and prose.

The divinity of her words

written by a siren so sublime,

inspires heaven and earth

my body and soul.

She is all of that,

and so much more.

Befitting of one description,

she is love.

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Huddled Inside My Soul

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Huddled Inside My Soul

 

Come to me

On your darkest day.

as shadows consume your light,

as tears douse the overwhelming fires

choking you in their solitary smoke.

Come to me

when your heart falls into the abyss

drowning in dark seas of solitude,

in a world eclipsed by loneliness.

Come to me

I can make you whole,

basking in my light,

once you are

huddled inside my soul.

 

Photo from Google Images

The Beautiful Redhead

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The Beautiful Redhead

She wore her red hair

like a fragrance by Chanel.

An elegant tapestry of

silky curls and waves.

The ebb and flow of her locks

calming like a starry night.

If she only knew

what I would give

to caress her hair tonight.

 

Photo of redhead from Google Images.

DISCLAIMER: I am the Lonely Author and I approve of this message.

The Way Things Used To Be

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The Way Things Used To Be

 

Our home has become as lonely

as the last leaf on a dying tree

laughter no longer reverberates against walls

we consummated with our love

old arguments replay themselves endlessly

like a scratched record avoiding the next beat

the eerie shadows of who we once were

turn us into restless spirits of the night 

as we haunt ourselves with stained memories of

the way things used to be

 

Photo from Google Images