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We can chip this paint away, but can we ever start a new.

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I shall call your name. We will meet by the water.

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Whisper

Whisper. I walked by the ocean, not a sound, but the crashing waves in my eas. I’ve always told myself if I’d ever need to talk to you it would be here. I walked over the salt filled water until my feet could no longer dig into the sand. I began to lay on my back, like I was a tiny piece of this sea. My eyes squinted and were moving quickly north, south, east, and west. Searching for you. I saw a million burning stars, but we both know they lost their true meaning long ago. They became points on a map you leave me, to find you At this point I know I sound crazy. Here I am floating in the middle of the ocean, thinking you will suddenly appear. But if this is the one last thing I can hold onto if its the only way I can talk to you. Even if the water gets too rough, I will float right here holding on for dear life. I whisper your name like we used to from our bunk beds in the dark just before bedtime. I’m twenty seven now and you’d be in your thirties but I know you’d know my whisper, my voice. My words traveled with the wind, and I could see it carrying up to you. Again I speak, The clouds completely break, a million stars flicker and lose their fire, and guide me directly to you your star. The points finally led me right to you. I could have laid there forever. eyes wide as can be, just whispering. I am twenty seven and you’d be in your thirties now but right here, right now the lights are off we are both sitting up in our beds just before we go to sleep whispering just like we used to ©Copyright- Daniel Rinaldi 2014

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Fall comes and goes. Your heart left to battle the wind.

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Silent

Silent. The silent screams in his head finally found a way to escape. He keeps them locked away but the day was just too much. His eyes were a red I have never seen, his palms dripped sweat from clenching his fists holding onto himself for dear life. He was pushed into a room, the door seemed to slam harder than ever before. One chair lifted from the ground, then onto the next. It’s better I guess to think we can hurt the inanimate, than tear ourselves down to flesh and bone. He didn’t know any better and took himself hostage he was now up on some sort of ledge His heart trying to talk himself down, but his mind had a different beat. jump,don’t jump, jump must have revolved in his head a thousand times, before he realized his feet were planted firmly in the ground. imprinting the floor. Soon his screams softened and the straight jacket hold was gone. his hands stretched out as he wiped them clean on his torn shirt. he didn’t need to hold on The flesh and bone stretched over him he locked himself away again. ©Copyright- Daniel Rinaldi 2014

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The meeting part 1

The Meeting part 1. Her skirt was made from lace of her grandmothers. It nearly hit the floor as she sat down. Her black sweater buttoned at the top her hands shook too much to finish the line, and flowers circled her hair as she waited for love. His tie was one of his fathers old work ones, and his jacket was two sizes too big, but it’s the only one he has. So nervous, his brown shoes nearly made it on the wrong feet. As he ran, sweating late for love. At a table for two; too nervous for their eyes to even meet. They reach for the same water glass and their fingertips touch. It sent unknown waves through them, and from the corner of his crooked mouth he smiled. Her red lips curved back. Love? ………… ©Copyright- Daniel Rinaldi 2014

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Old porch swing

OLD PORCH SWING An old porch swing hangs, from two trees that I swear can touch the sky in the middle of the yard…. Just after the second World War two lovers, sat and built that swing. Well Nick built, while Caroline sat beside him with scenes of their life, in her eyes. Each time the hammer hit, a new scene made its start. Two babies, maybe a third the house with the yard they always dreamed of. A life that would never feel lost. “I’ve almost got it,” Nick said, but Caroline still was off in the clouds. A knife he brought home from Germany was his next tool, as his hands, Strong, gripped it tight and he began to carve into the new wood of the swing. “NICKY LOVES CAROLINE,” he read out loud proud of his work. Carolines eyes still staring through the clouds. HE YELLED! “NICKY LOVES CAROLINE.” She landed back in that yard right at that moment. A smile coated her face, and the sun beamed, and outlined every little perfect letter. I felt their image start to fade from my mind. The swing that was made to sit on the porch, was now forever in between two trees. When the sun comes out, I feel that day as if it were my own. I know where the story starts, but I like to re tell the ending as the sun goes down, and they disappear again. Their love like many was hard work, caring, had its share of walls to break through, but it was forever. Underneath those trees that I swear can touch the clouds, when the sun outlines the letters those perfect little letters. It is Forever. ©Copyright- Daniel Rinaldi 2014

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do another bed light show !

If I do would you be the only person there gray face and sunglasses on?

It's always the way the rain sounds when it falls on the leaves. It's the eye of the storm it surrounds me

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