My heart needs to replace you.
There a void left still.
I stopped maintaining it.
I no longer look for signs.
I no longer hope for smiles.
Time heals no wounds.
Wounds devour time.
The place you held.
The heart beats you inspired
Have long pasted by.
Lifts to my spirit
Sunk into oblivion….
I would like to pause.
I would like to mourn.
But that’s been done already.
The person I wanted
Showed up today.
Her face wasn’t yours
Anymore
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Life is simple... So take notes
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my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"Good science fiction doesn’t have safe spaces.” -Mark Pontin
For some reason this made me think of someone who suffers from losing their mind. Their physical form still there but their mind is that of a completely different person. Thank you for linking up with #momsterslink.
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It’s a place left behind. When relationships end its kept. Maybe more like open wound. Yes it’s crazy but the human condition usual is my dear. 😀
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This actually made me think of someone who is no longer in my life but someone I still think about a lot. It’s a really beautiful poem Mark! Thanks for sharing with us at #momsterlink
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There’s a lot of that feeling that went into it. It was one of those where are they now thoughts, that got trapped long enough to write this. Thanks darling
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That’s an amazing poem very heartfelt and moving. You are very talented, thanks for sharing it with all of us. #momsterslink
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Thank you. I’m a work in progress. Once in awhile what’s in your brain find it’s way through. 😀
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Wow. Holy wow. 😦 Mark, that is so beautiful and sad.
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Thank you my darling. I had the first line in my head. The rest just a thought of those feelings left when the fire has turned to ash. I’m in a writing phrase I guess. 😀
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Oh, what an impact this should cause to those being tempted. Hope it would stop some broken hearts. This is often the price of betrayal. Such a great poem.
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Interesting. I never had the betrayal part in mind. The line came into my mind and swam around to the empty part not the cause of it. Thanks so much for the comment and kind words. 😀
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This is beautiful but so very sad.
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Thank you darling. I had one of those moments here.
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