This post was from 2012, wow, what a difference a year makes.


I wake up as I do every night at three in the morning, Blatter weighing heavy on me and the cold from the still room engulfs me. As I get back to my cherry wood Victorian style queen size canopy bed I check my text messages as I normally would. After peeing a river and watching my cat storm glair at me, her ears flare aware of the twinkle sound hitting the porcelain bowl. I think of this secret no one but me and God knows, it hurts so bad to love someone and not be able to tell a soul https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/no-one-knows-but-god-and-mepoetry/

My heart is heavy because I could feel him and I love him and I need him. I looked at my phone my heart leaped out of my chest, my breathing got heavy and poor storm leaped on my bed to my aide. But she was no consolation because it was him I wanted. His text was brief; it read “Hey, You up??” I laid back on my mass of pillows wishing for them to comfort me as I held the phone close to my heart. I could hear the sound of love vibrating through my chest. I needed desperately to move this mountain called love https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/09/20/i-moved-that-mountain-poetry/ 

I have tried to replace him with the man from the coffee shop but even that is dangerous to replace someone with someone else the way he did me https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/danger-epigram-poetry-true-story/

I still love him and time hasn’t removed him from my memory yet https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/time-is-an-illusion/,  I look at my Samsung Galaxy android, holding it tight, praying for him to persist making it hard for me to resist…but nothing came. I cried as I normally did after his text messages because only a fool would respond so I knew I couldn’t ): I just wanted him to STOP https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/stop-poetry/  because I am nothing to him, never was and never will be because he is married and could never be mines.

Something in me waits patiently for his demise because she will hurt him again and I won’t be around to nature him back to health,,,FOOL OFME! https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/shades-of-grey-poetry/

I WANT TO FORGET THE DAY WE MET https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/august-18th-haiku/





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  1. The moments, moments where portals, chances open and close, while siting three miles to the last of the roads, just looking out there back behind, all the travellers passing just at the fringe to horizons sight, hey, where’ve you been….

    Here monsoons, and the collapse, the crumble place falling to the sea…

    1. “The moments, moments where portals, chances open and close, while siting three miles to the last of the roads”


      BUT ALL IS WELL (:

      1. Here the living can be best described to be easy, while two thousand miles away, souls melt in the dry heat of the southern 30s & 40s, as some places burn, crackle to charcoal, and ash, the weather lives fickle here, in this land born to deserts, and seas, Where dust storms roll through the sandhills to the west, while monsoons, tropical storms, part take to dump four feet of water in a day, without a blink, or excuse me, but here the living is easy, on the slow sleep to a river, at the fringe to the sea.

        How’s everything where you are, and it’s good to hear all is well. Sometimes our mind gets busy with life, sometimes tired, but it’s good to know we can write when the words do flow, plus, Spring is just on the ledge above you, climb up, have a look around, let us know what’s listening, sprouting, and playing. The most alive time to the year (:

      2. “Spring is just on the ledge above you, climb up, have a look around, let us know what’s listening, sprouting, and playing. The most alive time to the year (:”

        Here my friend, is a snow storm, so glad I am on vacation (: My ten days of relaxation is over come Monday ): but today, I wait and wait, I wait patiently for, the words (:

      3. What do you see outside beyond the snow, here I can see reflections in the gloss from sky, where fallen rain waits upon a timber deck, waits until night dulls the shadows. (:

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