Submissions by worstdays (Wayne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most times, I avoid rhymes.
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 3:48am
26th Jul 2012 3:48am
Remains
Your moving boxes are in the living room.
Our wedding photo is on the mantle.
That other big photo of us, too.
That funny teapot we made together at the craft place,
bearing our names and "tea for two".
I see our wedding album on that pile of stuff there,
and more framed photos of us.
A tiny Washington Monument thermometer from our "mini-moon".
Souvenirs from our real honeymoon in Hawaii.
All of these covered with dust (tiny flakes of our dead skin).
What's to become of these things?
Are you going to take them?
Do...
Our wedding photo is on the mantle.
That other big photo of us, too.
That funny teapot we made together at the craft place,
bearing our names and "tea for two".
I see our wedding album on that pile of stuff there,
and more framed photos of us.
A tiny Washington Monument thermometer from our "mini-moon".
Souvenirs from our real honeymoon in Hawaii.
All of these covered with dust (tiny flakes of our dead skin).
What's to become of these things?
Are you going to take them?
Do...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 00:10am
25th Jul 2012 00:10am
One twoo many?
Your eyes, like...
dimpled drools...
...uhmm... You's sure pretty!
dimpled drools...
...uhmm... You's sure pretty!
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 9:46pm
23rd Jul 2012 9:46pm
Vacancy
I keep hoping and holding on
wanting to just wake up from this bad dream
to hear you say it was a terrible mistake
but it's been too long
the hurt has gone too deep
there's no going back now
in those rare moments when we interact
I can no longer look into your eyes
it hurts too much to see what's missing there
I feel betrayed and discarded
left behind like the dust on the floor
of your now empty closet
wanting to just wake up from this bad dream
to hear you say it was a terrible mistake
but it's been too long
the hurt has gone too deep
there's no going back now
in those rare moments when we interact
I can no longer look into your eyes
it hurts too much to see what's missing there
I feel betrayed and discarded
left behind like the dust on the floor
of your now empty closet
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 6:47pm
23rd Jul 2012 6:47pm
Sign at the [E]X
Still holding out (holding on...)
Not signing it.
Should I agree that there's no hope?
Agree that this is it, that it's all over?
Agree that you are done with me?
Separation Agreement
It's not an agreement - it's a confession.
It's a sworn affidavit of failure.
It's the opposite of "I do"
So, I don't.
Not signing it.
Should I agree that there's no hope?
Agree that this is it, that it's all over?
Agree that you are done with me?
Separation Agreement
It's not an agreement - it's a confession.
It's a sworn affidavit of failure.
It's the opposite of "I do"
So, I don't.
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 2:47am
23rd Jul 2012 2:47am
Out Of The Blue...
We had been together more than ten years.
Even so, you still always surprised me in one way or another.
Maybe it was just saying something silly, or cute and funny.
Or, maybe you did something that reminded me of how smart or thoughtful you are.
Never a dull moment with you.
You really surprised me when you said you needed some space.
And then when you said we are over.
And that time when you said to our counselor, as you were sitting next to me, that you were no longer "in love" with me.
That was... not a good day.
I thought I knew you. ...
Even so, you still always surprised me in one way or another.
Maybe it was just saying something silly, or cute and funny.
Or, maybe you did something that reminded me of how smart or thoughtful you are.
Never a dull moment with you.
You really surprised me when you said you needed some space.
And then when you said we are over.
And that time when you said to our counselor, as you were sitting next to me, that you were no longer "in love" with me.
That was... not a good day.
I thought I knew you. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 8:59pm
18th Jul 2012 8:59pm
Random Poem
I skip the drug and erotic writings
those are not my addiction
click
dark lost love and heartbreak
with tears I linger reading more
click
swimming in a pool of hurt and grief
drowning in this sadness
click
guns, pills, razors, ropes
click
last visited how many days ago...?
those are not my addiction
click
dark lost love and heartbreak
with tears I linger reading more
click
swimming in a pool of hurt and grief
drowning in this sadness
click
guns, pills, razors, ropes
click
last visited how many days ago...?
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 12:48pm
18th Jul 2012 12:48pm
Lamentation
I am full of regret for
the times I have not been at my best
when my words or actions were troubling to you.
I am deeply sorry
for the hurt, anxiety, disappointment, anguish
and sadness I have caused you.
I love you
with all my heart
and nothing will ever change that.
the times I have not been at my best
when my words or actions were troubling to you.
I am deeply sorry
for the hurt, anxiety, disappointment, anguish
and sadness I have caused you.
I love you
with all my heart
and nothing will ever change that.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 12:48pm
18th Jul 2012 12:48pm
Everyday
it happens when I am shopping for groceries
or sometimes when I am washing a dish at the sink
mostly it happens when I am not fully engaged in a task
but sometimes it just happens out of the blue
some days more than others
but it happens everyday
I suddenly become very aware of how sad I am
aware of my emptiness and how much I miss you
I can feel the heat of tears in my eyes
and a tightness in my throat
sometimes I feel a telling quiver in my chin
and I know it's going to hit me hard
like right now...
or sometimes when I am washing a dish at the sink
mostly it happens when I am not fully engaged in a task
but sometimes it just happens out of the blue
some days more than others
but it happens everyday
I suddenly become very aware of how sad I am
aware of my emptiness and how much I miss you
I can feel the heat of tears in my eyes
and a tightness in my throat
sometimes I feel a telling quiver in my chin
and I know it's going to hit me hard
like right now...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 10:03pm
17th Jul 2012 10:03pm
Searching
my thumb folds across my palm
and rests where the ring used to be
rubbing the crease between
palm and finger
time and again everyday
an unconscious habit that reminds me
with a pang of pain and sorrow
how everything has changed
and rests where the ring used to be
rubbing the crease between
palm and finger
time and again everyday
an unconscious habit that reminds me
with a pang of pain and sorrow
how everything has changed
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 10:02pm
17th Jul 2012 10:02pm
The Worst Days
The mornings are the worst in the morning.
The muffled silence of the empty house.
The bleak prospect of the coming day.
The breakfast of oatmeal for one.
The afternoons are the worst in the afternoon.
The depressing lack of motivation.
The need for some sort of distraction.
The lunch of something leftover for one.
The evenings are the worst in the evening.
The solitude of another day closing in.
The oppressive feeling of loss.
The preparation of dinner for one.
The nighttime is the worst in the nighttime.
The despair of...
The muffled silence of the empty house.
The bleak prospect of the coming day.
The breakfast of oatmeal for one.
The afternoons are the worst in the afternoon.
The depressing lack of motivation.
The need for some sort of distraction.
The lunch of something leftover for one.
The evenings are the worst in the evening.
The solitude of another day closing in.
The oppressive feeling of loss.
The preparation of dinner for one.
The nighttime is the worst in the nighttime.
The despair of...
669 reads
2 Comments
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