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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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Jigsaw Puzzle

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You tore it out
Tore it up
But even then
I picked it up.
Misled
Blind
Excuses
L-O-V-E
Those letters
Use to mean
Something
I yearn
To see
Or believe
As I sit here
With my
Jigsaw puzzle
The fullness of
My heart

~HonestLynne

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Simply Simple

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Nibble

Moan

Lick

Quiver

Your only at my lips

and I’m already yours. 

~HonestLynne

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Tango of Flirtation

 

You make my heart race.
It’s been months.
But to no avail,
You have done it again.
 
You make me doubt myself.
Am I just weak?
When you come within five feet,
My mind just starts to fade.
 
Your presence is daunting.
Knowing the affect you have on me.
You speak,
But I can only focus on your lips
 
Memories flooding of where they have been
Every
Last
Place.
 
Your eyes look through me.
As if they know exactly where my mind has been.
Now it becomes a dance,
A tango of flirtation.
 
Frustration comes with flirtation
Knowing there is a line I must not cross
Should not cross.
The jury is still deciding
 
What if’s are being questioned
Whispering in my ear as we dance.
What’s the harm?
Just one kiss.

~HonestLynne

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I Crave The Me That You See

Me.
I crave the me that you see.
I have lost sight of my own eyes.
Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.
As if my head has been disconnected.
My heart, my brain, infected.

 

I feel like an absentee.
I crave the me that you see.
So much potential you say
Do I believe you or fade away?
How much of me am thee?
Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.

 

I try to give the third degree
I crave the me that you see
Me is turning into you.
A lost soul with no point of view,
A vision of what you craved
This is the path that you paved.

 

But I will be an escapee
A mirror I will come across
My poetry is like my sign of the cross.
A reflection that my mind can recognize
I will not need the sight of my eyes.
To crave the me that I read.

 

~HonestLynne

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When the Wall Breaks

When my shirt hit the floor,

The feeling of hate was no more.

This was just what I was looking for.

A time to forget, a time to remember.

Your lips are on mine, I feel myself tremble.

Just close my eyes and live in the moment,

To act before we lose our momentum.

I don’t love, I don’t hate.

What you are is fate.

Giving me a moment,

To not torment,

But giving me fulfillment.

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Heart’s Destruction

My destruction

Washing over me with every notion

Every touch and feeling

Leaves me reeling

How can it be?

That you have this effect on me.

We are not what each other needs.

I try and fight to be free.

But you pull me back

My mind under attack

With a single kiss

You’re hard to not miss

We are volatile

Making our attempts futile

The definition of crazy

Doing something over and over again till we are hazy

When I see the light

It doesn’t seem right

An attraction so deep

 so hard to keep

I guess with love

There is so much more than the above.

By: HonestLynne

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Love is Beginning

A girl with a crush

Feeling the heart rush

Conversations so hush

They make her flush

She tells her thoughts ‘shush!’

Their hands brush

She wants to gush

His smile makes her blush.

Do you think he has a crush?

By: HonestLynne

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Just a girl

I still can’t say your name,

Look at your picture or touch your things.

There is a pain in my heart

That makes it hard to breathe.

 

I try to remember what you were like,

The sound of your voice or the way that you laughed.

But in the end my head is empty

With nothing but a distant memory.

 

Memories are what hold people together

But for you and me that won’t be seen.

For you and I could be strangers in a crowd

Too much time past for us to recognize.

 

So I can only live on people’s stories

But even that was 15 years of avoiding

For seeing your life through other’s eyes

Only left me aching.

 

Hearing how we are alike,

That I have your nose, smile and laugh.

Only makes the thought of you

Even more heartbreaking.

 

For at the age of 6,

I was Daddy’s Girl.

For at the age of 7,

I was just a girl.

By: HonestLynne

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Happy Endings

I‘m driving.
It’s raining hard and the roads are wet.
I hit the gas to go faster and faster but
to only shift my foot cautiously back to the brake.
Worrisome, nervousness, and anger are racing through my heart
as I think about what I’m is going to find.
I lets loose of my grip on the steering wheel
only to check my phone for messages.

I pull into the parking lot and drive slowly
looking for my destination.
I see the white car glistening under the light and rain.
I park next to it. Jumping from the car,
leaving everything behind, the car door unlocked
and running through the rain to the passenger door of the white car.

I open it.
I hear the music first but then I hear the quiet sobs from inside.
I sit down and close the door.
Without words,
I pull my friend close to me and wraps my arms around her.
As I start to comfort her, she cant keep it in any longer.
She cries, letting out all the feelings that have been eating her up inside.
She cries until there are no more tears for her to spill.
I held her silently until the sobs got quieter,
her body wasn’t shivering any longer,
until her breathing started to become normal again.
Only the sounds of the music and the storm filled the car.

When she was ready, she spoke of everything on her mind.
There were times when she was in a fit of rage and
then times when tears started to start down her face again.
She was an eighteen year old whose
heart was shattered into a million pieces.
She would never be the same.
Unlike a puzzle, the pieces of her heart would never fit back the right way.

As I was driving home that night,
the car was silent except for the rain,
I began to think about why some things happen.
She couldn’t see past her love and so she was punished?
She deserves to be happy once in a while.
We all deserve a happy ending.
Maybe not at eighteen,
but when?

By: HonestLynne

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