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Don’t text me when you’re drunk
Don’t even say my name when you’re high
Don’t think about me when you’re with her
Don’t reduce my worth to that

I haven't heard from you in a while
I haven't pulled out your picture and looked at it in ages
I haven't written poetry about you in a long time
I haven't been missing you

You used to be more interested in books than Ecstasy
You used to swear for no reason less
You used to be kinder
You used to be what you aren't anymore

I secretly hope you've looked at my picture once or twice
I secretly hope you'll text me again one day
I secretly hope you miss me just a little bit
I secretly hope that if you ever decide to "miss me" again I have the strength and courage to say "That's nice."

not "I miss you too"
I need a distraction, but I need that distraction to be something new, and something alive, and preferably something with a cellphone and no girlfriend.
I feel like that's the only way to forget him.
Sometimes
I look at couples

with their perfect families

               holding tight to a
kaleidoscope
          of joy

and I wonder
why everything I see

is so black and white

        and I wish
someone could show me
a glimpse
                  of color that doesn't fade
the less he talks to me the more i realize that i'll be fine without him.
The bridge with no end behind you lies the dust of fallen paths  clouding your judgment the river of ink calm as the breeze but wild as the beasts who still need to feed the light bubble of imagination flickering notions flooding the mind and then vanishing like the waves of the ocean in the afternoon as you begin to feel like a smart fool
a smart fool with no victories or defeats still swimming in thoughts you see a light with your family and friends smiling they die souls leaving their bodies there is no escape the bridge collapses your feet hang on to nothing your falling in place as people run and stop blurring around you there is no escape from the bridge that is no where
confusion between jamie king and myself
shout at the TV
shout at the cat
shout at your wife
shout at the noise outside
shout at yourself in the mirror
shout at your life
shout it all to rights
three minute man
watch the door slam.
Gentle drops of Love
Slide down my heart
The foggy waterfall grows
When the drops gather in one.

The reflection
Of the crystal clear lake
Which resides at the bottom
Of the heart in tears
Is formed in the retina
Of the lucid eyes.

The lake is icy and cold
When the drops are frozen
To melt again in the warmth
Under the tears of Love.
Inspired by Vangelis.
 Jan 2015 heather leather
Carolin
Her body held the
strings of a violin.
His  fingers tuned
each and every one
of them. Together
they made the musical
begin the minute he
plucked on all her strings* ~
 Jan 2015 heather leather
Xyns
She's a soft cool rain on a hot summer's day.
She makes me laugh with the funny things she has to say.

She's the beat of my heart, and the air that I breathe.
She's the sun and the wind, and (Autumn's) golden leaves.

She's the pride that I feel when I know she's done what's right.
She's that warm feeling I get, when I remember tucking her in at night.

She is homework and a busy social life.
She has this beautiful smile that could light the darkest night.

She is the scared feeling I have when she stays out late.
Or the feeling that I am losing her, when she wants to date.

She's the mixed emotions I have, as I watch her mature and grow.
I tell myself she will never leave, but, I know in my heart that someday she will go.

I hope the man that steals her heart, will treat her like a queen.
Because she deserves so much more, than a man that treats her mean.

I will always cherish the heart wonderful times we have had.
The best part of my life was being her dad.

So now you know who she is, she's my little girl.
I love her with all my heart and always will
Written by my dad.
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