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I draped myself in nonsense. it only seemed right. life, is a silly notion, that ill celebrate it tonight.

#shortpoem #poem #poetry

It came without warning like all letters do and in my hands it was nothing more than rubbish. I could have easily thrown it away that letter. It was nothing to me and I was certainly nothing to it. I didn't have to open it, it wasn't addressed to me. It was just there on top of my mailbox, it could have been for anyone.

However...........

I was. Intrigued. For every letter I'd ever held was light. While this small envelope was very very very very very very heavy. In fact before I had a chance to really get to know the fellow it fell to the ground. Well that wouldn't do would it? ( no I hope it wouldn't )

So I left and got my L-shaped dolly cart. Poor girl was older than the shed it sat in and oh god how it screamed out as the craggy gray wheels touched the front of my drive. As I pushed her eventually those screams subsided and I did my best. My absolute best. To get her right into position. But.

I .. Had .. To .. Make .. Sure (So i looked around real fast, left and then quickly right)

“Good” I said to myself and with that (knowing no one was around to see me ( a person of good standing ( some would say the best standing ) ) ) ready to move this bizarre letter from the sidewalk to my home.

So I got down and with my hands gripped around the course paper, I pulled!

aughhh

ErrrrrrrrrGHhhhhh

Gurd.. Lor... I stammered into the chilly morning air. But, I had done it, one letter on its way to be delivered. I moved myself behind ye old dolly and as I went to bear weight on the two lever handles I was startled by how.. difficult.. it was to bring.. to.. forty five degrees.

“Nope, not a letter”...“A damned demon iron is in that package”.. I huffed and I pushed and pushed and PUSHED until the dolly cart had enough. Right before my doorway. Then she cracked and I feel backwards – the letter, settling right on my doormat.

I lay there for a moment. My breathe strained, my eyes looking upwards as the new day sky was born blue and right. ( I really don't want to get up ) But I did, and saw that letter firmly planted on my doormat.

For a moment – I actually thought I would just leave it there. No one to hold it, or ever open it. Just rot! You blasted evil thing and then no. Eventually the dog would come out here and smell it and ruin it. Or the kids would want to bring it inside for cake.

No! This was my letter now.

So I once again, straddled the letter and lifted. I cringed at it and I think it knew it had me when id forgotten to open the door. But I never close doors all the way so i just kicked! (hahaha) and open sesame street here.. we.. go.

Onto the couch I hurled the cursed course correspondence and I let out a gasp. Then manically I shouted “Now! Now! We will see what foul contents live in your belly, little letter!

I walked straight to the kitchen and grabbed a nice boning knife. Then returned to my living room. To my couch, there in my horror the letter had burrowed itself down into the stuffing. My eyebrows rose in a most unwelcoming manner.

“OH NO YOU DON'T”

I dove into the couch and really for a man in his forties was taken aback by how comfortable cave system this correspondence had created, I could fit my whole body into this couch and we keep going lower. I crawled faster once I got my feet nice and into the springs.

Soon, I was through the couch, through solid earth but I did not slow. The boning knife in my hand was getting hotter, but I did not care. The letter was almost within reach. Even so, it hungerly sank further,

I ... could ... almost .. reach..

GOT IT

I swiftly sliced the envelope.

Silence ..........

An explosion of blue, pink and red glitter erupted from within the envelopes heart and a card fell out. On its face, the card had a smiley face and beneath that was some lovely cursive words.

You Fell For It

Turning my eyes upwards, the card dropped, to the ground.

It was going to be a long climb

back

up.

#short-story #funny #story

Two lives, dance together, Twined experiences, sharing moments, so many small moments. they become their own language. become there own smell. So, It's hard for others, to understand.

We were apart from this world, Lost in ourselves. Close.

Now, with others, we aren't all here Parts of us still are dreaming

Two people, growing up Refusing to wake

A world that grew From simply saying hi

Life flourishing Everyday

#poem #poetry

The window The breeze The sun The trees

All the things I see While I'm circling

The couch The rug The broken TV

All the things I see While I'm circling

A puzzle box A pantry bare Lots and lots of soft dog hair

All the things I see While I'm circling

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Departure.

Farewell.

When, you know that person, When, you saw them, It was the last time.

Now, it's nothing but memory, From now on.

That which is in us, kindles them, The them, you remember The them, you shelter

Memory.

Life isnt over I swear.

It could be; But I'll always remember

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I exist, little more than as a cautionary tale of what happens, when one time to many, I was told to wait, to be patient, to plan to put things off for a future I wanted to be living today.

I'm still waiting. But I can feel the walls relax. Writing isn't therapy but its better to see All the pent up lunacy In words, collected, singing on paper

#poem #poetry #outlets

The shoreline stank of ambition. Diseased hubris from the Bodies of wasted human potential.

Even the waves lapped at the talent hungerly, Boiling over the desire and discontent.

The bodies, on the shoreline screaming

“I'm not understood,

“I'm already good enough,

“I need this more than you,

We share our joy So yours can be shamed We one up in the hope You'll stay the same

“Give up” the creatures pleaded

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How I feel when someone forgets about me. Selfish. Why should they? When all the things I like about me are what drive people away. They never say that I am the problem To them, its them. While to me, their everything Feels like my heart aches For someone to help me fix What I didn't break.

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I can't remember Walking my oldest child to school It's been that long ago That she's grown That I've stayed and stood

What is time to play with us? When present seemed so sweet That past memories are cooling That those never shall meet

I miss my grandparents I miss my little girls

The seasons came and stole them.

I never felt things move Yet. Time moves ever onward

#poetry #poem

Try and keep your mind free

when it's so easy to bind. one tragedy to another, one disaster to your living room, lash one more storm spirit to the deck and laugh at the misery

The storm swirls inside Worse than it's always been

If this is your first visit If this is your hundredth

The swells, broken hearts Wet puzzle pieces That will one day dry

Keep your mind free

The broken, tired and wonderful burdens remain

#poetry