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death, introspection, missing you,
Not in an essence, or scent-
No spectral aura conjured by tears or laughter,
But through wishes left too late and unspoken
Guesses made in blue ink, seal stamped, and filed.
Your legacy pillaged and raped by suited men
'til it's extorted to to pennies.
Your smile and voice are buried in the stacks.
Documents, bills, and letters to be written
Fill the memory baring your name;
Your scent and laughter long gone.
Given choice, I would pick the lowest memory
Over the reality of perpetual argument and stress.
Perhaps it's better to have left only love.
faith, forgiveness, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, mother, nature, uplifting, visionary
May 27, 2010
Bless it be Thee!
Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!
Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.
You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.
Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
girl, how i feel, love, romantic, teen,
You are extremely beautiful
Your smile your laugh and the way you carry yourself
I haven't known you long, and may never see you again
But as of now you keep my heart beating
I want to dance with you, that night at prom
See you happy all night long
Cuddled up, dancing side by side
Impressing others, suited up in white
I'm in love with your eyes, a deep stormy gray
And with you I'd like to spend these last few days
Sweet beautiful lady i want to make you mine
And i need to now, i don't have much time
Lets be together, at least for the rest of this year
It would ease the pain, to have you close and near
Bear with me, you amaze me so
And i want you close to me, until its time for me to go
An impossible husband I bet
Humble – no. Flat-faced and boring.
I sold out, determined to find a bar.
Now broke, but still thin. I lie.
He is out for sure these days.
When we married, we were content.
Now, lower love, successful careers, and high addictions.
Alternatively, such large issues no counselor will try.
Suited, forced, a runway model’s look-a-like. So, I didn’t lie.
He scours, ridiculing me to death.
Amidst the radio blaring. Population us two.
Relatively comparable, I’m slightly concerned.
betrayal, depression, divorce, relationship, violence,
I chose to love you as you were awesome
but then your love, pure venom
loving you certified me insane
caused me migraine
you feigned innocence
in me, for you, deep reverence
my poem reminiscence
of the sequence of pain and violence
your love I renounce
you promised impossibility
but had no capability
realistic of this I shared your enthusiasm
at dawn, eroticism
at dusk, pessimism
with time you installed the poison
this, I repeat, retrospection
lost nothing your desire-a satisfaction
the venom leaves me septic
my life hectic
secretly you quieted
your plans well suited
to make me welcome
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
boyfriend, romance, sad love,
you'll do what you've always done
stay too long
pretending you're a suitor
or a knight in shining armor
and i'm a damsel in this dress
what a mess we've made of things
you've been content to play the part
of an ill-suited lover
in a prime-time t.v. sitcom
and i've been swiftly blown about
wearing my heart on my sleeve
hurt, lost love, love hurts, sad love,
Days ago I had a dream,
It made me an extreme,
It suited for my theme,
So I made it as my beam.
One day I saw a beauty,
She broke my beam cruelty,
I wanted to call her "My cutie",
So I made her as my duty.
I proposed her by craving,
But she leave me hanging,
Again I went to her with something,
But finally I became nothing.
I tried to blow her totally,
But I failed frequently,
I tried to build my beam newly,
But I failed repeatedly.
In this beatiful morning,
Ceaselessly Im mourning,
Go and command my darling,
To kill me without hurting.
analogy, love, metaphor,
'A Suited Soul'
A tortured mind
A Love declined
Left to rest
Days dusty dressed
Love gone wrong a soul compressed.
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Oh how much I loved you............
Purple tears fall from my brown eyes when I think of you
I wonder if you would be crying if you felt the same way I do
Crystal clear emotions over flow when sitting here just one not two
Now the man who walks past couples feeling pale hearted and ocean blue
Looking at the world through my eyes only a darker hue is the palette I am more suited to
The clock on the wall ticks by slowly as in my mind I will never spend seeing your beautiful face like the yellow orange sunshine on the fresh morning dew
angst, love, mystery, passion,
Peaking up from her desk
She sees him walk in again
Such an Adonis this suited man
How the butterflies flutter
Does it show? Oh no-
Here he comes to talk
His cologne, his walk
Hello Money Penny
Hello James, been well?
She's not well she thinks
If only he could see me
What a great lover I'd be
Take me James, please
Right here, right now
Always these thoughts and how
She only ever says
M wants to see you straight away
And Q needs you down in the laboratory
When will his time ever be hers?
I don't know what to
do with my life
Since the day you
I've always dreamed
of a life with you
But somehow the
tables got turned
And you decided I
wasn't good enough
to be your wife
So you said goodbye
And say you'll see
me around someday
But someday slowly
turns to never
And never slowly
turns to lonely
I thought our love
was strong enough to
keep us together
But it looks like
you've changed your
And went on to
That suited your
angst, romance, sad, me,
I hear the words
that would've suited his tongue well
happy and rasping
grasping and gaping
as the cold is taking
all that I had
and all that I will
I just want the sun
I just want myself back
not so sad, not so sorry
My baby love
my untouched lips
wrapped in ambition
of the tries and the heart ache
that took me like
the cold does now
It was so much nicer
than what I see
Take it all away
I don't want it anymore
Don't touch me, don't see me
and these tears
all my fear
In a year I aged fast
and I want it back.
life, love, people, time, world,
We are too romantic for the planet,
And old-fashioned, and not adapted
To the world where you must be in credit,
Where our lives are virtual and coded.
We are dreamy and absent-minded
In the world - full of depressed people.
And both you and me are not suited
To the times – fanatical and hateful.
We often meet on fair-weather cumulus
To look down at the weird and odd earth.
We love and miss – it’s always so timeless… -
We give the cynical world a wide berth.
you can spend your time on warmer schemes
things searched for and what they mean
a change in horizons, west it seems
a climate that always suited your dreams
a cowboy without mountain peaks
passion pushing what you seek
now it's all laying at your feet
the flavor of victory that you seek
bury all those unpleasant sorrows
plant your heart in arid tomorrows
nourish it, let it thrive and grow
love shines honest in the valley below
Last Saturday it’s to the pub,
and walk inside the public bar,
where I met up with Tommy Judd,
who is at time’s a chump galah.
Tom was looking smart and slick,
in a custom tailored outfit.
Too flash to wear in public bars;
more suited as a Toorak kit.
‘Where’d you get that fancy clobber?’
I asked Tom and brought a drink.
Tom proudly smirked and stated,
‘It’s gifted from my wife I think.’
‘Yes my wife always surprises me,
but from work I came home early,
and there they were, my surprise -
she’s such a precious girlie.’
‘I could feel her enduring love,
for there’s this custom coat to wear,
plus these trousers in our bedroom,
and both draped across a chair.
life, love, passion, people, sad, wife,
He used to bring her roses
Now he doesn't even call
He never really said goodbye
She's so baffled by it all
They seemed so well suited
She could feel her dreams come true
But now he won't talk to her
She doesn't know what to do
I hate to be the one to tell her
This simple fact of life
He has a fling from time to time
But always goes back to his wife
Mum asked ?
Why did Dad marry me ?
Because they weren't suited
He was an intellectual deep thinker
Whilst she was a Ditzy Blonde
No glue no ties to bond beyond the esthetic superficial attraction
But till death till they part they remained
Mostly fighting and hating one another barely getting along
Until death did them part