waiting for the light (Teenage Suicide)

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waiting for the light

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dressed in her best
better-off dead outfit
she resides in the shadows
for the sun
never shines for her

even in the blackness
the unnoticed signs
were always there
until she grew weary
tired of the dark

longing for enlightenment
she sits there
quietly
patiently
waiting for the light

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In the past year, four friends/acquaintances lost their young sons and daughters to suicide.  Incidents of teenage suicide are growing at an alarming rate.  Each day there are an average of 3,041 suicide attempts of teens attending the 9th through 12th grades (in the United States alone).

Could one conversation, one hug, smile, pat on the back, or question have made a difference?  Can’t the ballgame wait for another time?  Can’t you catch the latest epsiode of your favorite show tomorrow on Hulu?

Every message, every minute counts.  The most important thing we give to our children is OUR TIME.  Think about it.  It could be a matter of life or death.

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Articles on the Subject:

Newsweek

https://www.newsweek.com/2016/10/28/teen-suicide-contagious-colorado-springs-511365.html

The Atlantic

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/12/the-silicon-valley-suicides/413140/

USA Today

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/2018/03/19/teen-suicide-soaring-do-spotty-mental-health-and-addiction-treatment-share-blame/428148002/

 

Resources:

http://prp.jasonfoundation.com/facts/youth-suicide-statistics/

https://www.cdc.gov/healthcommunication/toolstemplates/entertainmented/tips/SuicideYouth.html

https://www.apa.org/research/action/suicide.aspx

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

Call 1-800-273-8255
Available 24 hours everyday

 

 

 

 

never sent to you

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never sent to you

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Does the beauty of a poem
Slowly fade with time
If it never has been read
Will the dried ink evaporate
Like the dreams of a lover
Who could never be with you

Would your sensuous mouth
Be less enticing
If I never kissed your lips
My lips are unloved petals
On a wilting flower
Desperate to share a breath with you

Would the desert appear less arid
If you quenched
My urgent thirst for you
Then perhaps, my letters of love
Won’t lose their romance
If they are never sent to you

on the corner of Love and Poetry

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on the corner of Love And Poetry

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I have journeyed through the great metropolis
Of her heartfelt poems and adoring words
Where shadows illuminate the lonely alleys
That lead to the core of her lonesome heart

A hushed community of boundless emotions
As the neighborhoods between her lonely lines 
Gently breathe life in the darkened avenues
That create the loveless gridlock in her soul

Word traffic flows within her poetic locales 
As smooth as her affections & graffiti rhymes
While her metaphors become my mass transit
Forever transporting me to gardens of desire

Walking the boulevards of her warm verses
I am convinced we were always meant to be
‘ver since we met under a bright street lamp
On the romantic corner of Love and Poetry

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Photo taken from Google Images.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

these vagabond days

 

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these vagabond days

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look at me

I am a vagrant

forever drunk on your words

an aimless wanderer

with no need of a compass

since mine only points to you

I am a gypsy

humming a song

as I loiter on your poetry

dreaming of a home

in the sanctuary

of your arms

sadly

these vagabond days

lead to lonely nights

of me

longing to be with you

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It’s good to be back.  My vagabond days are over (for now).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the essence of you

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the essence of you

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Fragrances come and go
While your scent lingers
Breathing new life
like a paramedic
mouth to mouth, soul to soul

For you are a potpourri of aromas
A bouquet of love poems
Enchanting my senses
A whiff of romance
On a starry night in June

You are the perfume
Resuscitating my heart
As I breathe love
Every time I inhale
The essence of you

 

 

The Pharaoh’s Wife (100 word manuscript excerpt)

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The Pharaoh’s Wife

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“Can love last forever?”

“How dare you ask me after I’ve watched my Aziza die one hundred deaths?”

Painful memories clicked through Amani’s mind like old time flicker films of the silent era, each heartbreaking recollection reopening ancient wounds.

Angelo interrupted, “I didn’t mean to…”

“I’ve watched her die at the hands of barbarians, disease, slave owners, and the Black Death.”

“Please stop.”

“Time can heal the wounded heart, but it can hurt the waiting heart.”

Hands aching from all of the times he’s buried Aziza, Amani sighed.

“Can love last forever?  Eternity wouldn’t be enough time to love her.”

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Palace guard Amani is cursed to live forever when he is caught making love to the Pharaoh’s wife.  Millenniums later, he befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love.  Sharing the story of his five thousand year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

Originally titled “The Pharaoh’s Wife,” my current manuscript (first draft) is the story of two men, an immortal and a dying man, sharing their tales of love and life.  I am considering “Eternity,” “Forever,” and “A Time For Us” as titles. Thus, it officially remains unnamed.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

 

for so long

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While today is my three year blog anniversary, multiple eyes surgeries forced me on a long hiatus and limited my actual blogging time to barely one and a half years.

As my long time followers already know, I suffer from permanent blurred vision.  My eyesight may be blurred, but I can clearly see that I wouldn’t be here without your wonderful support.

To celebrate (perhaps amuse is a better word) I have included the first poem I ever wrote in my life.  On November 3, 2015, I penned and posted this poem (and image). It was my first crude attempt at writing poetry.

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for so long

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for so long
I adored her through my window
far too long
I suffered her silent tears
so unloved
this siren breathes unappreciated
too unloved
retreating in the shadows of her fears

for so long
he abused her with indifference
far too long
drowning in her love in vain
so unloved
if only she would let me adore her
too unloved
my tears can wash away her pain

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Please, excuse my slow return from vacation.  The change in climate from Cancun to New York has me sick as a dog.  I will be responding to your comments and reading your wonderful posts.