Summer Time Sadness

Ghost

Tonight a goodbye shall be spoken,
And a billion dreams broken.

Why am I feeling so much guilt, when it was your feet going through the door?
Why do I still want to, in your arms, watch the shore?

How many tears shall fall to finally be free from your chain?
How many friends should I make smile for mine to finally remain?

I won’t forget your voice nor your face,
And nothing will stop me from seeing you in the clouds,
For that I am still haunted by your marvelous grace,
Even in the middle of the most enormous crowds.

Why am I seeing your smile on the face of every woman?
Why can’t I finally get, that I won’t see you ever again?

How many pens shall I use on how much poems to finally let you go?
How many nights shall I spend awake in a corner to finally glow?

Your shadow follows me,
Can’t you finally let me be?

Envy

Since we are nothing but the shadow of the one we expected,
Since by your absence, I am now affected,
Since I learned that lesson, that we forget too easily, when we believe too hard,
Since I got hurt in our love’s shards,
Since I am sad not to be as useful to your happiness, as you are to mine,
Since in other arms you now shine,
Since a green-eyed monster keeps growing inside me,
Since everything we believed in will never be,
Since you make it hard to smile, by making it hard to breathe,
Since the only thing I seem to do is seethe,
Let’s face it, the dream is over,
I can’t find anything to dover,
And I can’t stop my flame from burning tremendously,
This poem shall end, and your shadow haunt me heavily.

Do I miss you?


Someone ask,
Do I miss you?

I didn’t,
Couldn’t,
Answer.

Tears in my soul,
Ripped from my heart,
Pooled in my eyes,
Trailed down my cheeks.

Bowed my head,
Remembering.

Sighing.
Almost.
Silently.

Turned.
Walked away.

Whispering,
To no one,
To myself,
To everyone.

More,
Than you will,
Ever,
Know.

Sadly


The memories have faded,  
And with them,  
Much of the pain.  
 
As those memories faded,  
The anger,  
Why him?  
Why not me?  
Vanished,  
Wondrously,  
Completely.  
 
Bright colorful snapshots,  
Replaced by,  
A mellowed image,  
Washed out,  
Nearly lost to the fog of time,  
Grainy,  
Nearly transparent,  
Gray,  
Shadowy.  
Remembrances,  
Of what once was.  
 
Bits still survive,  
In Sepia.  
 
I held your hair back,  
While you vomited,  
Your too much beer,  
You had at the party.  
 
Walking across campus,  
My arm around your waist,  
Your hand in my back pocket.  
 
Walking in the warm spring rain,  
Soaking wet,  
Laughing,  
We were so very young.  
 
There are many,  
No longer vivid,  
Still warm me at night,  
Faded,  
Not forgotten.  
 
I thought of you,  
The other day,  
When Joanie,  
Died.  
Alone.  
Breast cancer.  
 
Your wedding was the week,  
After mine.  
Yours ended,  
Mine is dying.  
 
I Googled,  
The name,  
I knew you by;  
Nothing.  
 
I Googled,  
The name you took,  
Marrying him,  
Before divorcing him;  
Nothing.  
 
Vanished.  
 
Sadly.

Bumpidy-Bump-Bump

I am so loving the response ...
Thank you every one for being a part of this!!

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Can't wait to find out who the winner is!!


Darker

wow that is a brilliant piece, enjoyed reading every line.
I feel the speaker's plight with every line.

Thorns              
             
I had not looked upon his unopened letters in months.              
             
Tempt opened one.              
             
Took me back to his bed of thorns we shared.              
             
Fucked on.              
             
Knowing the pain that bed gave, he taught me to love that pain.              
             
And him.              
             
But he left, and i did not chase.              
             
I grieved.              
             
For what seemed eternity.              
             
I had known the letters might  release grief again.              
             
They hurt, gave longing .              
             
A new man though.      
         
Gives new, though bittersweet,  longing.              
             
I feel.              
             
He would lay me on a bed of roses.              
Make love.              
             
And when the thorns from the stems hurt.              
             
He would kiss away the sting.              
             
Would want me to feel only the prick between my open thighs              
             
I am learning that would be the loving thing.              
             
I opened the letter, yes.              
             
But in the end.              
             
Opened my eyes.

The First Punch

I don't know
What I was thinking.
I don't know
What you were feeling
When I said those
Inflicting
Self deprecating
Shallow
Last words
Of our love.
Maybe I was insane,
Maybe I was sane.
But all I know
Is that I've lost all hope
And all sanity of ever
Feeling.
And I don't need a force
To drag me down
When I'm already struggling
To get back up.
I'm sorry,
But I'm not sorry.
I was the one to
Throw the first punch
And now you're down
To your knees
Gutted and overwhelmed
That I tore what was left in
That psychotic world of yours.
And I was the one
Who caused the aftermath
Of the cuts inflicted
That you've severed me with.
I'm free.
I'm whole.
I'm broken...

Johnny

It was the summer of nineteen sixty
and our mothers sat at the kitchen table
When they told us to go out and play with the kitty
We slammed the screen door which shook the gable, and off we ran

and so did the kitty, by the time we got out
so we walked across the lawn toward the fence
and spotted some roses; We knew without a doubt
that we were going to pick them; it just made sense

As little as we were, Johnny and I were four
we secretly made a plan to surprise our mothers inside
As soon as we got back inside the door
we held our bouquets up high

Smiling from ear to ear
and we handed over the red flowers so pretty
They were not impressed and said:  "Oh my dear"
it would seem they were from the neighbor's garden, such a pity

They marched us to the fence, hand in hand, two by two
and made us apologize for what we did
After that, we were told to go to the sandbox to sit for a few
and we promptly forgot about it; off to the slide we slid

Hi y'all ... Don't worry I will be posting up the winner
before the end of the day!!

Are you ready???!!!

Yes I know,... I'm a bit late with the winners... (okay i get it... a lot late)

But let's see... I got a winner in this box of Summer Time Sadness love crayons!!!

WINNER: J_J_Jay_Jr!!!!!!
You won with the Sadly entry. I felt this pain... like serious... and it helped that it actually stroke a nerve some where in the cave where a regular heart once stood now engulf by tar.
Anyways... This piece kinda tugged at the heart string.... so henceforth....

Runner Ups: Miss Sub - Pending.
                   --------- This is another entry that made me have the feels. In the end a pure physical will always be empty. You've got a way with words that I find very intriguing...
                    HadesRising- Paradise Hell
                   --------- Hades, my man!! You know I've got tons of respect for you because of your dark writes that I absolutely love. You've manage to hit this one right on the nail or head (not sure if that's the expression)  All those mixed feeling of why they had to leave... that is paradise hell indeed.

HONORABLE MENTIONS
These are the ones that I enjoyed on a personal level and candidates for runner-ups.

ImperfectedStone-Nought More (the ending ... was just a 'heart-on-sleeve' moment... the feels bro)
ilovescarystories (Ay hunny, you dropped the ball by not having a tittle... but your rendition of such piece personified by sweets... sweet and sour...  just heart breaking.  )
Victoria - If Nature Were a Woman (actually ... a friend of mine idolizes your piece. I was reading yours and she loved it... and yea.... her name is adriana ... lol. That's a pretty sad entry tho. A guy left at the alter.... harsh)

ANYWAYS.... THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING IN THIS COMP. I USUALLY TAKE MY TIME READING THROUGH ALL POEM JUST TO LET IT SINK IN AND FOUND MYSELF ENJOYING EACH ENTRY. I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL HAVE TIME TO HOST ANOTHER.

UNTIL NEXT TIME... STAY DARK
DARKER.

Thanks for the runner up nod, and congrats to the winner. Lovely to see some feedback too

Awesome comp, Darker. Thanks! Well done, everyone.