Hey, Where Are You

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Hey, where are you? Where did you go?
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Hey, what happened? How could I have known?
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But now, I am all alone, yes, now, I am all alone

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Words, said in anger, they’ve taken their toll
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Words, and the memories, they torment my soul
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‘Cause I am all alone, yes, I am all alone

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Oh, for another chance, to make things right
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Oh, for forgiveness, instead of this night
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And I am so alone, and I am so alone.

Collision of Sprinters

Running, full speed to escape,

Not running to, just away.

The “from” she well understood,

The “to” of little importance.

He was also running away,

Chased by his personal dragon.

The trailing smoke from its nostrils

Left bridges burning behind him.

The fugitives’ paths then collided.

In surprise, they embraced at once.

Companions of similar backgrounds,

Found comfort in understood pain.

They skipped traditional intros,

Locking arms without any questions.

Returned to the run intertwined,

Unconcerned where their path would lead.

Petaled Now And Then

PETALED NOW AND THEN

Now, would say; how it has been
And then would say; now is then
Again.

O’ cry of thee! How sweet; a folding
Of hands… What manna of love this
Chaliced well unveils, heart sprung to
Come forward?
All fresh dew deluged showered; ripe,
Ready, fragrant. Now is when step, may
Come closer, closer toward…

Entering eventide; petals part and do not
Fall blossomed upon the stem, allowing
Golden ebon drone to draw nectar ‘neath
The pall.

Now would say, how it has been; tendered all.
How sweet, so creamied, this milk of honey!
Again this time is here; hold! Loosed fast the
Fold of here to there.

O’ cry of me! Sobbing weeplessly as then goes
A withering by upon ebbing waves of waves…
As the shuddering falls from the crest; what
Now does say of then?

Now, all blue….Still true! Is there time, for
Then or here to rue?

Missing

Concealed in deceptively lively flesh,
my hollow, throbbing tin can chest,
contains no fruit nor leaves nor life,
like a withered and weathered surly old wife.

Just playing the same old sad lover’s tune,
with no hope of closure anytime soon.
The same old melody alone in my breast.
And the scars from my heart-loss worn like a crest.

With no letter nor phone call nor word from you,
just an overplayed memory of your voice rings true.
And no touch and no movement from your side at all,
So I quietly cower lonely and small, wishing for you,
yes wishing you’d call.

My lifeblood dried up in my thirsty dry veins,
all run aground from chasing your name.
Chasing all the parts and pieces of you,
and the things that you love and the things that you do.

And like a petulant child on the sidelines I stand,
while others live life, unbroken, undamned.
But I just remain burning and breaking,
as my limbs grow weak and my soul keeps on shaking.

Not a word. Not a gesture or a smile comes my way,
though I cry through the night, and wait through each day,
No you’re gone and forever and nevermore shall be.
My dear, nevermore shall you rescue me.
Though it was you, who once set me free.

Yet I foolishly wait on this lost cause this mess,
though I’m left without answers, I’m forced to guess.
I constantly wait for you to return,
to rescue my heart, to stop the slow burn,
Of knowing that you will never come home,
that you are gone. and I am alone.

Spring Cleaning

I can’t rest and I cannot sleep,
until I drain my veins.
I am corroded, I can’t be free,
Till I rid myself of these pains.

Theres arsenic flowing through me,
theres poison in my heart.
I’ll rip it out of my body,
I’ll pull myself apart.

I’ll rid myself of rotting black hate,
by ripping my chest open,
I’ll tear it all out before its too late,
and it leaves me helpless and broken.

I’ll pour my blood out on the floor,
and purge my poisoned body.
I’ll be so clean and I’ll restore,
the things that the poison sullied.

I’ll wring out my guts,
and clean my insides,
I’ll scrub out each cut,
where evil resides.

And I’ll hold my brain,
under a freezing cold tap,
I’ll fight back the pain,
as blood runs in my lap.

And I’ll snap all my limbs,
to get at my bones,
then do it again,
with pained shaking groans.

Yes I’ll force it all out,
I will be pure,
I’ll scream and I’ll shout,
that I will be cured.

I will remove my hot rage,
I will be pure and fresh,
I’ll be a blank page,
I’ll have purged and clean flesh.
Yes, even if I must bleed to death.
I know I’ll take one last clean breath.