Words Fall on Deaf Ears

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[wordsfallondeafears]

GRIEF HAS STRUCK AGAIN

I think.. then I try to process

And I'm stuck in a rabbit hole of emotions

From memories to lost time and the last moments

When I saw my loved one

Who doesn't have to suffer anymore

Who was one of gods greatest warriors

My words aren't enough

My mind is literally at a warp speed

I can not sleep

I can not process what has happened

Even if I know we're all on burrowed time

Grant me peace

Give me strength

Because grief has struck again

and haven't healed from the pain

from the first time it did.

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SAME 24

you grow up knowing that very few fit the mould pay the bill and split the toll shake their sheep clothes fold under pressure answer the door when the bell rings when the choir sings and everything is radio silence and there’s no buying back time you spend your whole life searching for the greater purpose you better question yourself leave it all on the table let the cards fall where they may... [he cries]

- wordsfallondeafears

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just the beginning

can you see the water dripping down the window pane she smiles again then tears pour once more and at a rapid pace she covers her face she asks have we given up on this love has this love reached its peak he smirks he laughs oh no my love this is just the beginning

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Nightmare

I had a dream plucked from my fingers The dream still lingers like the 3 dots when I was holding up my iPhone waiting on her response “It never came” I had a dream it seeped through the cracks in my fingers when they were interlocked force-fed this lie that dreams like these for kids like you don’t come true “Santa is not real” I envisioned this every since I was a child and catching 3 buses with my mother and baby sister walking into the Main Detroit Public Library and seeing small architecture models I had a dream disappear like my friends when I told this story countless times and cried in the corner of that dorm room all alone I had a dream I let die because it was 2 against one and my word against theirs my truth against their lie I had a dream I let die because I believed that they were right and still to this day I see his name and I see his face and it takes me back to sign this paper no one ever beats this case I had a dream of being an architect making my family and mother proud and I let someone crush that dream and deep inside it has haunted me

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my body isn’t mine anymore

this place that these broken bones make homes of they change who I am completely it all unravels to the first time I saw you and until the very last when you said you were leaving my bones made homes of this empty place a place I can’t get back from a place I can’t escape a place where I constantly see your face this shallow heart of mine can not swim it can not bare the pain it has grown a disdain with the place I call my body which isn’t mine anymore these bones rest at my feet inside this hollow body my body which isn’t mine anymore

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day 86 california dreaming

heat made the sand 

squeak between our toes,

whistle pass our ears;

although in deep fear 

of this California dreaming adventure,

we pictured it with no one else

but us! 

-Dominic Charles

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day 85 ahh, morning coffee

she was the 

morning coffee

that was hot

and steamy;

turned to clouds 

of smoke, simmering about

that eventually subsided! 

-Dominic Charles

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day 84 no more (dead stars)

there’s no place

for the dead stars

no place for the stars

that lose their spark

a collection of stars 

lie in the depths of the ocean

floating aimlessly illuminating no more

-Dominic Charles

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day 83 crimson

rubies dripped from her wrist,

draped like blinds,

and as if they were chandeliers;

the droplets of dried up blood,

only meant she’d had enough.

-Dominic Charles

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day 82 sporadic

there is a war

unearthing underneath our noses

where it once smelt like roses 

reeks of decay and ruins 

it's become this challenge 

to expose the fake and fickle 

I couldn't call you to get out of a jam or pickle

I'm sorry doesn't do me any good 

or you would if you could

be genuine and genuinely do 

and watch the reciprocation spread 

now that's a war I wish we had on the horizon... (tbc) 

-Dominic Charles

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day 81 summer night skies

the fireflies 

that lit summer night skies,

bees in migration

come winter time,

she was.

-Dominic Charles

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day 80 lost souls part 2

the lights are shut off

it goes jet black

and misery sets in 

fading memories 

eyes closed shut

darkness finds me every time

death seeps through 

I venture off into the deep in

I can’t swim but I’m numb 

I’ve succumbed to the vast amounts of

emptiness shameless and needless to say

I enjoy the darkness 

It’s definitely swallowed 

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day 79 hollow

its a rehearsal 

we go round and round

brash banter boisterous enough

to hear echoes

through our broken rib cages.

-Dominic Charles

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day 78: prey to love

There's no such thing as being In love with things before they manifest So being in love with a city In which you never been Is foolish and reckless So being in love with a person Before the feelings mutually align Is blasphemy and ridicule Note to self only fools fall in love -Dominic Charles

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day 77: Axis

“A love that perpetuates on stilts.”

-Dominic Charles

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day 76: I'm leaving you and this time for good

My mind ribboned around all things bad Never allow them cease to exist They came in gifts to those I encountered What she wrote had startled me I will admit Into a bewildered confinement Rectangular of some sorts Where I now lay all out of sorts and wits In the pits of madness In the grips of hatred

-Dominic Charles

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day 75: mine

You planted seeds That grew like seaweeds She wasn’t the type of woman you forgot But that was a lie I’d told myself In hopes that I wouldn’t remember That she was never mine Even when she was

-Dominic Charles