May 2013
Give me a life that’s not a series of ‘you hurt me, so I hurt you’. Peace, and love, and honesty. Please.
April 2013
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just now
momentary peaceful I’ll take you anytime
the calm—the less than reeling, something sweetly
filled with children watching movies and the lingering aroma of the dinner we just shared—
and though my heart sits heavy often (always) in some ways
the truth is so much lighter than a hiding and the settling I’m doing in my loneliness is brighter than a life under a thumb—
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Funny how sometimes habits can turn on a dime. Things you did for a long time, because your heart is the way that it is, you stop doing, not because your heart has changed, but because it made no difference. And the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and hoping for a different result. Sometimes, it’s not even a result you hope for—though it would be nice to...
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under a blanket of stars
comfort to take from the sky
lie on my back while I count all the breaths we take
wonder of wonders gone by
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Sometimes people don’t recognize the everything they are. They don’t see their own gifts, their own beautiful light—not really. And the need they have to be, and prove, and constantly seek leads them away from their own beautiful self. That always makes me so sad to see. The basic trick is, no matter how lonely, how hard and tough the road is, be who you are. Be real. As for me,...
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none for nothingness
wrapped in a silence, golden like sunset
perpetual radiance stretched out but cold
except for the see-through haze from a clear view
crossing the distance, fingers of soft light
so thin and so quiet
ancient but brand new…
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Sometimes you find things out years later, even if it doesn’t feel like years. Sometimes, some hurts never really go away and the poems have dried up for a while. So you move on in different ways. Kind of. Still wondering why you were always worth so little.
March 2013
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It’s not really love if it doesn’t make you want to be a better person.
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small and always/grand scale anyway
some things pass without a whisper
and some things take forever and ever
never really leaving much
always feeling deeply such
indelible and warm at times
and misty like the rain
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(just another day to find)
dilly-dally day, but soup and peace
a few kind words and skirted discussions
with money on our minds
we let it ride and try to find
to make it all work out all right
to make it come out even
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It’s nice to think of how I spend St. Patrick’s Day now, as compared to—for many years of my adult life—the way I once spent St. Patrick’s Day. It used to be a day of drinking and waitressing all day long. Really, the drinking would start in the morning when I worked at the pub where I was for nearly eight years, and I would drink at the same time while working, and...
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he(art)work
quiet little slip of evening waits
and tiptoes up and down inside my mind
(to do with all this time…?)
the things I must and then, some writing or reading or musical bent
the luxury of flannels and time
and tea and the peace in my mind
and rather than loneliness here all alone
this evening I feel more my inner self growing
as years ago also alone and most sober
my life took a turn...
This is so true. →
Hard to be someone who only wants one kind of love and feels too empty with the others. It’s amazing how many people will settle for the other two or even think they have a deeper love when it’s not, or at least not mutually. I can’t do soulless love. At least not anymore. Maybe when I was young, and spent so much time drunk, and thought a deeper love was around every corner.
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Truth: Many people take for granted the things in life other people have prayed to have, or even have the chance to have, or never had the chance to have. Just another reason to be kind.
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you hope for the click but it never comes
that point where it’s clear
and the meddling meant nothing
but to sit and watch the sun come up and die again and again
the years have passed and still go by
and you know you just meant nothing, too
moments to moments
some up, some down
roll on anyway slowly and quickly toward the end
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truth and honesty
it doesn’t fly so much as trickle
here and now and again,
she glances at the journal now
a bit more paper and pen
she says her things in phrases full and not so much in poems
and keeps them by her bedside in the place she calls a home
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A potpourri, a map
designed by time to be just so
dissolve delicious here we go
and sleep the sleep of dreams
it’s better than it seems
February 2013
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a kinder,gentler way
something touched with honey, real
the comb intact, the buzz and feel
the all we want
the all we lack
experiment our way through years
proximity of hands to hold
so fingers touch, entwined or just
like brushed soft whispers tip to tip
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time with wicked meter beats
a place across my mind and curves
the images once staunchly set
and seeing things these eyes now know
translates it to my heart
but still
it’s time that’s yet to come I need
to tip the cart and spill the mess
to close it off or let it gush
to never know the same again
To create every day to thrive and grow. Someway. Somehow. A must for my soul.~MAB
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Truth is greater than fiction.
I am not cool, I am real. I am not hep, I am wise. I do not pretend I am a teenager even if one lives inside me always. I am proud of my heart for caring. I am sorry I believe the best in people and am often wrong, but at least I believe.I am not sneaky, nor do I want to be. I am angry when I am hurt because I deserve better. I would rather be alone than settle for being treated like a...
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to do a little stitch in time
a thread together, lines and mind
come hither sweet wants and dreams
perpetual wrong and trying so hard,
no bargain here and standing my ground always so hard to do
(knocked down so much too early on) and my bearings came unglued
a mark I suppose—good heart and soul,
so do the work again and again to stand up tall, my 63 inches not so small
and treat me poorly as you have, the all of...
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(Lunchtime)
To sit trapped and wait and long for those days
Heavy head up from the depths again
Write and sing and spread my wings
Occupy a mind but think of sun and wind a while
Laughter light and praise
The good and kinder days
My soul an ache
But not to take
The walks and words
Of grace and heart
