#poetryinthenight

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Ten Word Poem Series, poem #53

I could say "fuck it all,"

but nothing would change. 

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So many people I'd rather spend my time with,

But they're so far away, I'm afraid to say,

"I'll be taking a dinner for one to go please,"

And maybe I'll take a glance around the town,

wondering if I'm only one

who can't seem to find a friend who understands and sees

the world as I do,

Or maybe I've done that too many times already. 

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As I sit here on this Thanksgiving day alone,

no dinner to eat, an apartment for a home,

I wonder about the friends I've yet to meet

and the ones I never will;

I think about the times I had as a kid with my family,

the laughing, crying and fighting - 

I think about the people who've stared at me as if I were a monster

instead of asking me, "How do you do?" 

It's not self pity,

it's just my love and hate for this city,

far away from people who care,

While being close to ones who never will.

On this day, my day alone, while the nation laughs and spends another year together,

I feel for all those like me,

wondering where the time is going

and how much is left to make it all worth while.

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Light Givers

There's no story too long or a wind too brisk, Just a meltdown volcano in the cavity of my chest,                                                 A wreck of a man who can't see straight,                                                               But is locked at the top of a faraway place,                                                            A scab, a bone, a throwaway stone, at the middle of a peak in the alliance of a Stand, but tonight's not the night to play games in my head or create memories based on the dread of never being able to find a home or peace,

or the steps here between a river and the sea, but can't you see inside of me?Can't you understand what it's like to feel the backlash of your degrading, iridescent souls,                                                                                                  pounding away on a door that leads to nowhere at all, but everywhere at once,

inside the deep well of my heart, that feels like it will last forever, but will fade just like a dwarfed star tumbling away from its brethren of light givers.  

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The world creeps by without you even knowing it,

And the mid-winter plummet from the good to the bad

keeps the fire in your stomach,

Pushing you to try a little harder and be a little better

until summer comes and takes it away,

like a missed bus and the time it takes to wait for another;

They say patience is a virtue, but I think they're full of shit,

An excuse designed to keep the layman down while the

idiosyncratic vultures rule the day, sleeping in their beds

while children cry for a warm hole to crawl into and dream 

of the day when they can feel happiness in their hearts and an abundance of 

others to keep them company so they don't have to carry the pain of

always being five steps behind everyone else. 

The light is free, while the dark is a part of being human,

And the Earth knows you're there, with your feet on top, walking around with a 

glorified, pale, stricken face, and a mouth that would erase the thoughts from

anybody's mind, 

leaving behind the sweats and the longing to find a way to get fucked up on an

old December day, just to ease the pain away, just to feel the same as all the

people who think they have it all figured out, but haven't even scratched the

proverbial surface of this strange phenomena we call life. 

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I used to be empty,

but now I'm not,

I'm so full of the world 

that it makes up my bones and blood and brain,

And every atom in my tiny little body

are always leaving just to start anew;

My sad will never end, 

My hope will never fail,

My time is slim, My mind plays tricks

And I've missed a train or two,

but that's okay,

Another is on its way. 

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Obstacles

If you misunderstand me,

Like many often do,

Speak up, I'll repeat

each word as they roll off my

held back tongue,

withering in complete and utter agony

over mundane obstacles bound together so effortlessly,

deeming me doomed to ponder and feel aware 

of not only myself, but of others as well;

of the creeping, underlying feeling that sits

elegant-like in the chasms of my stomach,

my hands are restless,

my legs wont move,

And time and time again

the million suns overhead

spin faster and faster as if

I didn't exist.  

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Ten Word Poem

More money wont make happiness,

Only love can bring peace.