Someone said to me today,
“How did you do everything right?”
I keep doing things that make me happy.
Simple as that.
I can tell you though, happiness is a full time job.
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A Writer’s Vision
Writing poetry in the dark
Allows for your words
To be painted across the
Blank canvas of your mind
As they trickle down the page
Only you can see
The path they are going to take
As they are so intricately picked
Behind each line
A story of it’s own
Folding together
To make up one great journey
When it ends, you step back
A smile upon your face
As you look at the piece of you
You just created.
~HonestLynne
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Where will this go?
Who are you and me?
The bees?
The trees?
I am down on my knees.
Begging, please.
I have lost all sight to see.
Two peas,
In a pod that has yet to be free.
Try and reason with the black sea.
The thunder rolling out a middle C.
Ever so faintly you can hear our plea.
Living as detainees,
In a world without a key.
We just want to be,
Anything you need.
Till we can be an escapee.
~HonestLynne
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The Reveal
Before you can move on,
You have to admit what went wrong.
Do you know how long that took?
Before the guilt-ridden feelings,
Stubborn-ness and anger passed,
Allowing my mind to finally,
Believe what my heart was telling me.
I turned myself into someone you needed,
The rock that you could always lean on.
I was being pushed into the ground,
Not being able to come up to breathe.
No longer a rock but a pebble,
Being tossed around by someone’s shoe.
All the sad and broken feelings,
The passive aggressive revealing,
Must seem dark,
Getting a glimpse into my heart.
But through the year of self imposed torture,
I knew my heart was still pure,
I still wanted to apologize,
For leaving you without your rock.
I just –
Couldn’t take it any longer.
~HonestLynne
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A Heart Cleanse
You won’t think this is about you,
Because why would you?
There is nothing in mind,
That would say you were mine.
Who knew a heart could ache,
Even after it breaks.
The past is the past,
But the feelings still last.
So I will try to be civil,
Tell my head to give a little.
For I still think about you,
For a moment or two.
I mean this in the nicest way,
I hope, my old friend, your life will be as amazing as you say.
~HonestLynne
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Just Look Into Those Eyes
The sudden rush of emotion
Blood surging to your cheeks
Its like nothing else in the world
When you’re feeling something so sweet
You wonder if it’s true
Maybe your mind is pulling tricks
But when you look up into those of eyes of his
you couldn’t live with just a trick
To know that you are someone
That someone wants to know
Is something that can’t be taken
Or ever be mistaken
For we dream of love
Fairytales feeding our cravings
Leaving our minds full of hopes
And realities that aren’t quite the dreams
When our dreams and hopes
Fall from their high pedestals
We begin to learn
Love is not for the ungrateful
When that feeling comes around
We try to leave all skepticisms behind
Instead of questioning it’s motive
Just look into those eyes.
~HonestLynne
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The Never-ending Mess
My mind’s a twirlin’
Tips and batters
I can see them dancing
Behind my eyes.
Not good nor bad
Mediocre racing
Of thoughts
That need some erasing.
Clutter
In every corner
Trying to push the nonsense
Thoughts aside.
The filing system
Exploded
Ideas, memories, and alike
Just laying out for all to see.
I need to regain some order
So my brain can think again
It took me a week to write a poem
And I have no clever way for it to end.
Please, oh, please, My Head, will you just clean up your mess?!
~HonestLynne
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Free
You can’t break this
This pure happiness
It’s unmistakable.
Your tainted mind
Can’t touch mine
Just try and see
I don’t need you
That’s perfectly clear
To be happy
I just need to be Free.
~HonestLynne
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A Writer’s Block Rhyme
My brain is too tired to write
I keep trying to ignite
Some crazy insight
But I keep getting a red light
So for my delight
I am writing this out of spite.
~HonestLynne
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The Phone Call
We sat around the dinner table.
Plates already pushed back.
Empty except for the remnants of peas,
That had successfully evaded the forks,
That were laid defeated across the plates.
Different stories being told across the table.
Bursts of laughter for no reason at all.
Everyone content with where they are.
Almost too good to be true,
And it was.
Through the laughs and murmurs of talking
A phone rings
Nothing to be concerned about
Until they looked at the caller ID
Someone said “Its Ireland.”
Everyone mentally does the calculation.
2 AM
Silence falls upon the table.
No one speaking the words that can’t be ignored
They answer the phone.
Short answers given
No one is breathing.
They put down the phone.
“It’s over.”
Eyes close.
The rest of the night forgotten,
Oh how things can change.
~HonestLynne
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