The Waiting Room

A portal between here and there

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How Will I Get Through This (part 75) Ugly, it's ugly out here alone. Birds sing, people move here and there, do this or that, the cosmos twirls and stars rise and fall and it's pointless, ugly. She isn't here, I'm not with Her. I see Her, sometimes we talk or laugh. She disappeared like a streak of lightning in a midnight cloud. And it's ugly without her, and I'm alone. It was too fast - and it was years with Her. Years. Poof. Over. Gone. Alone. She says Everything is just normal with us, and always was. I avoid Her. Refuse invitation. It's all ugly now, pointless. Writhing here, alone, wanting only Her.

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i dream that one day you will grab me like she does

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How will I get through this

A poem in parts - part 17 We decorate her house with lights, place Santa and Frosty, lit up from inside their plastic suits We make Sunday dinners together, rich aromas steam the room, We do so much each day after day, years pass And i long for what is absent- her touch, her embrace Her desire

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Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Paulo Coelho,  By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept. (via wordsnquotes)

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if you believe it, if you surrender to the hope, then you can't come back

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How will I get through this

A Poem in Parts - Part 16

It is so very hard to just Be, to just Be with Her, never speaking my love out loud, I ache in every atom of my flesh. She looks, moves, smells, laughs so amazing.

Her eyes

I’m surprised I can speak when we are alone together, speak just normal things, when inside it is pure madness of desire unspoken.

She knows my heart thumps and pounds with endless desire for Her … 

Lost, again, forever, in Her

There is no language to describe this infinite attraction I weep hot shame at my failure, my pain, my madness This dream I’m terrified I can not make real, and terrified I can

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How will I get through this?

A Poem in Parts - Part 15

Every day She is beautiful, like the first day I saw Her.

But now our laughter, is richer, Her sound and shape send me into a trance unbreakable, stronger now than that first day, She makes me feel

Alive.

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How will I get through this?

(A Poem in Parts - Part 14)

This is Hopeless, this furious desire for Her, wanting

so much, so constantly fevered with Her. I howl inside,

trapped, apart. She calls to me, wants me to be near

just not too close and I burn and writhe in Her gaze.

Because I cannot speak my heart to Her. I cannot 

turn Her gaze into that Look I know I give to Her,

Her hands do not tremble, do not reach to touch me.

My entire Self trembles to reach out to Her.

Hopeless.

I cry out to the Universe for a single Word I could say to Her

to bring us together ... 

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It’s a long-standing tradition for the sitting president of the United States to leave a parting letter in the Oval Office for the American elected to take his or her place. It’s a letter meant to share what we know, what we’ve learned, and what small wisdom may help our successor bear the great responsibility that comes with the highest office in our land, and the leadership of the free world.

But before I leave my note for our 45th president, I wanted to say one final thank you for the honor of serving as your 44th. Because all that I’ve learned in my time in office, I’ve learned from you. You made me a better President, and you made me a better man.

Throughout these eight years, you have been the source of goodness, resilience, and hope from which I’ve pulled strength. I’ve seen neighbors and communities take care of each other during the worst economic crisis of our lifetimes. I have mourned with grieving families searching for answers – and found grace in a Charleston church.

I’ve taken heart from the hope of young graduates and our newest military officers. I’ve seen our scientists help a paralyzed man regain his sense of touch, and wounded warriors once given up for dead walk again. I’ve seen Americans whose lives have been saved because they finally have access to medical care, and families whose lives have been changed because their marriages are recognized as equal to our own. I’ve seen the youngest of children remind us through their actions and through their generosity of our obligations to care for refugees, or work for peace, and, above all, to look out for each other.

I’ve seen you, the American people, in all your decency, determination, good humor, and kindness. And in your daily acts of citizenship, I’ve seen our future unfolding.

All of us, regardless of party, should throw ourselves into that work – the joyous work of citizenship. Not just when there’s an election, not just when our own narrow interest is at stake, but over the full span of a lifetime.

I’ll be right there with you every step of the way.

And when the arc of progress seems slow, remember: America is not the project of any one person. The single most powerful word in our democracy is the word ‘We.’ ‘We the People.’ ‘We shall overcome.’

Yes, we can.

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President Barack Obama 

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Mock Me

Fuck me Con me Love me Tuck me in Punch me in my face Write me off Count me in Try to get ahold of me Try some more Lie to me Sigh to me Walk me to school I don’t know where I’m going Hold my hand the whole way ‘I’m too stupid,’ You say to yourself 'I’m too stupid,’ I say to myself Please Let me be the object of your fury Blame your blames on me Let me be your sacrificial lamb Let me help you limp day by day Kill me Fight me Sext me Cry weeds

You’re going to die alone I’m going to die alone What a sad cliche But no really It’s where things seem to be heading Is that too harsh for you? Am I being to loud? Too stupid? Too dramatic? Too prophetic? Wah Wah Wah What the fuck gets you through the day?

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How will I get through this?

(a poem in parts - part 13)

She tells me what we are not, I try to believe

But my heart pumps harder for Her every day,

She fills me up, She tears me apart, She knows

My every thought, She looks through me, She

Knows I’m on fire for only Her. She holds me

She destroys me.

 Last night I wanted to flee from Her, disappear into another place,

telling no one where I might be, never coming back,

nurse these unhealable wounds, live apart and alone,

escape this torture, never see Her again, just hope

I might someday recover.

She tells me what we are not, I try to believe

But fail, fall to my knees, crippled by the weight of my own heart

Of Desire.

I cannot speak all of it, 

I speak some small piece of my heart, I tremble

What am I – Who am I – these twisted feelings, this madness

Pull and push and claw to be heard, to be known,

This haunted heart of mine is trapped here beside Her.

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