She didn't know why She did what she did Or how she ended up one day With a knife in her room Or why she thought about Using it She didn't understand what Made her get drunk Every time Why she reached farther Every time Toward the edge It took her years to know What was normal And by the time she started To figure it out Her anger had begun to turn To sorrow for the child She had been but Didn't get to be Because she didn't know
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Try to write about the Old days My mind floods Drunken druggy nights Foolish nights Great swaths of time Tossed away as if There were an endless supply Sense of self Wildly see sawing between Grandiose and self loathing A mile wide The feeling of greatness Based on flattery and lies I know too much How terror can twist the soul The hunt for love and meaning Lost in a line and a bottle Self so easily lost also No it won't work To write about old times There are no words for it now Picking out wedding rings Long white dress My girl This is foreign to me Not sure how to act So I just say Wonderful beautiful perfect They are so much in love Stomach aches when apart Emotion laden letters And it seems real So I just say Fingers crossed Here's hoping Not everything needs to be Cynical or ironic We can allow for Old fashioned Cornball love Yes I think we can And this is it What a change Bloom of personality Confidence and strength She was so shy Hiding herself Afraid to speak Today blossomed Flower opened A lovely face She worked hard Speaking her lines Making every change We asked She spoke beautifully It's a wrap Well done And after came A flood of confidences This is joy to watch The bud come to full bloom Timid girl to able woman And we helped make It happen Beauty in the curve Of a cheek In the line of a curve In the momentum of the line Beauty from within the core From the knowledge You tore from the Book of time and lore Beauty fills Up the cup and flows Over the rim Up the valley to brim The mountain peak Beauty rounds the curve The core it flows And peaks tears And pours and glows Beauty knows no Nothing and everything Beauty is Oh If I were a poem Today success walked up And said hello One thing after the next went right Small phone calls Big game changers Couldn't pull a bad hand It made me relax Feel happy and Appreciate the good luck Karma fortune or Whatever we call it I'll just say thank you Please come again soon Visit often Good fortune is not A frequent guest Make it welcome Feel like hanging around Stay for dinner Don't rush off Please linger A while Glisten at the edge of sight Slithers seen out of The corner of my eye Shadows flick just as I Look away Something just missed At the doorway This slight of hand My eyes play on me I know what people would say If I told them what I see Almost see So I don't tell them Keep my smoky elusive Visions quietly close To the vest They're not harming anyone Are they Riding bikes in the sunshine Doing errands Getting things done We spend Saturday together Outside A spat flares when it seems He's not listening to A thing I say so I walk away Meet you at the drug store I say Turns out he sat there Waiting for me a long time I said you weren't listening To me I was right We live in close proximity Here in the city Each yard intersecting with Three others Our little plots of green Tightly bounded by Chain link Razor wire atop now Thankfully overgrown with Grapevines We wait for these vines To flourish So by July we have A curtain of green Squares of privacy In our public living White Adirondack chairs Carefully placed Buddha head Iron candlesticks A small square of paradise Is created for a Short time each summer Our public privacy |