One Two


One Two,
Put the kids to school,
Three Four,
Go to work,
Five Six,
Work until six,
Seven Eight,
Go to bed late,
Nine Ten,
And all over again.

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Under the Stars


Look up at the stars,
What do you see?
Is it pictures,
Or dot-to-dots,
Maybe even life,
Or could it be dreams,
Could it be facts,
Or every single feeling,
Do you see tomorrow,
Or maybe your yesterdays,
What about the smiles,
Or maybe the frowns,
Do you see the hope,
Or is it more fear,
Do you just see stars,
Or do you see ET,
No matter what you see,
I know what I see,
A million fireflies,
Staring back at me.

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Acrostic Someone


Right when I had given up,
Over you came,
Bringing me to love again,
***
Because of you,
Everything feels new,
Every day feels good,
Come hug me now,
Reach for my heart,
Only let me go when you have to,
For now I’m thinking of you,
Think of me to.

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Seeking Constant Gratification


There are many curses,
That come with writing,
None more befitting,
Than the constant hunt,
For personal recognition,
For artistic glorification,
And for the gratification.
***
Without these vices,
The writing of a mind,
Is nothing more than pointless.
***
Artists the world around,
Have their curses they hide,
It’s the drive to create,
When all seems to bleak,
The desire to be noticed,
The desire for the focus,
And for the spot light.
***
Without being noticed,
The works of any artist,
Are nothing more than mess.
***
There is a struggle inside,
Between mind and work,
The creative need for a stage,
With the existential dread,
What if I’m not good enough,
What if my work is bad,
And should I make it end.

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Never Have You Back


We were in love,
You met my family,
I thought we’d love,
No matter what,

Remember the nights,
The laughs, the hugs,
What we left between the sheets,
And the weekends together.

Do you remember,
That fateful night,
You asked me to call you,
Just so you could break up with me.

Do you know what it feels like,
For your world to disappear,
And for the one you love,
To fade to dreams.

Well I’ve found true love now,
And it is not with you,
You had your chance,
No one breaks my heart more than once.