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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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For the Best

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 Tomorrow is the day
That I will want to go into hiding
To hide from the stares
Waiting for me to break.
 
Pushing back the thoughts
The feelings and memories
That the looks of despair
Bring back all too much.
 
I never do break
The attention would be unbearable
So I wait till the dark of night
When my tears won’t be interrupted.
 
You’d think it would get better
Be indifferent
But 18 years
Doesn’t change a thing.
 
So I will take the day with grace
Not hide, but embrace
I will tell story after story
Smile at every look and stare.
 
For the day isn’t’ my day
Not mine to wallow in self-pity
But to remember the best
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. 

~HonestLynne

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Secret Smile

With a twinkle in her eye
She set off
To live the life
That she didn’t deserve
But the one she wanted anyways
So she smiled her secret smile
while everyone stared in awe.

~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

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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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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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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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