Smoke

* i wrote this a good 10 years ago - now i get to type it*

The grey smoke rose over my head, like a dark cloud
fogging my view.

The little white tube rolling between my fingers, like a living
thing.

Burning & crackling to fulfill  my need.

Dear Love

Dear love
You have woken in me so many things I thought dead

Dear love
You have breathed life back in to the soul I thought buried

Dear love
You have healed many wounds in the flesh I thought scarred

A Working list of Things I Will Never Be Told

So i literally 'Stumbled-upon' this poem "A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You" by Jon Sands & i was compelled to write a reply, read his poem first so you have a better grasp of why/what my response had to come alive.

“A Working list of Things I Will Never Be Told”

Theater of the Absurd

To err is human but how long does the error go on before it becomes inhumane?
How many lives must fade, how many mothers must shed their tears in vain
We cry our martyrs, we cry our heroes, but do we actually feel pain

My mother tells me stories, my father tells me tales of a time much better
My grandmother swears of a time when blood ran thicker
A time when light from the candles of hope never did flicker

I’m ashamed to live now, I’m frustrated beyond reason
I can’t call it anything less than treason
Tainted are the hands of souls sold to the demon

You have failed us, you have gravely erred
To err is human or so I’ve heard
But you dear SIRS are mere puppets in this theater of the absurd

too good for me

I’m just another girl in your memory

Could never be on a cover of a magazine

I tried so hard to be part of you every dream

Hoping one day you’ll be wanting to be with me

Please listen..

This is an oldie, at least 4 years old, i wrote for someone very close to me - it's worth mentioning, she has yet to read it.

Death in Exhale

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I must explain that this poem reflects nothing of my own personal emotions, rather it's the voice of the unknown.
I read a poem written by a guy who accused the girl of many things & wished she would die. 
His words were full of grim, dark thoughts, and I took it upon myself to give the girl a voice to enable her to reply to his accusations. I hope you like it :]