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on two poems so far. two stories re still pending. I posted the poems on another thread, but here they are again if you missed them
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PJ
Vanishing Son
Workers walking frantically.
Buses barge bohemothely.
Ignoring the one who's vanishing;
the one who has no phone to ring.
Yet the world spins on it's axis,
Tumbling.
But not even galactic gravity
can cure the plague of invisibility.
Still I see you daily.
And I
I try
To reach to you
as you turn to run from me.
Thus increasing my invisibility.
When I have so much more to give
And I want so badly just to live.
Another day rolls into night.
Chasing the sunlight from our sight.
Yet I remain the vanishing son
Stopped
It didn’t really happen all at once.
Through time
Everything changed.
Thoughtful moments
became sleepless nights.
Pain stopped.
pain returned.
quicker than the doctors
who offer no hope.
Then it stopped.
not the pain,
not the hope.
Not even the love and intimacy
I always wanted and never found.
I changed.
I stopped.
No longer the moldable clay
that could be shaped into a
brighter future
a better person
someone who could love you more.
when bad things happen to good people,
others remark:
“God has plans for you.”
Or
“God will never give you more than you can handle.”
Sometimes I even made myself believe ridiculous bullshit like that.
But then pain-killers stopped killing pain.
Sleeping pills stopped bringing sleep.
Lovers stopped loving.
And I stopped right along with them.
My heart may beat.
My eyes may be open;
My lungs filled with air.
But I stopped today.
You don’t have to be dead to die.
& PJ
Vanishing Son
Workers walking frantically.
Buses barge bohemothely.
Ignoring the one who's vanishing;
the one who has no phone to ring.
Yet the world spins on it's axis,
Tumbling.
But not even galactic gravity
can cure the plague of invisibility.
Still I see you daily.
And I
I try
To reach to you
as you turn to run from me.
Thus increasing my invisibility.
When I have so much more to give
And I want so badly just to live.
Another day rolls into night.
Chasing the sunlight from our sight.
Yet I remain the vanishing son
Stopped
It didn’t really happen all at once.
Through time
Everything changed.
Thoughtful moments
became sleepless nights.
Pain stopped.
pain returned.
quicker than the doctors
who offer no hope.
Then it stopped.
not the pain,
not the hope.
Not even the love and intimacy
I always wanted and never found.
I changed.
I stopped.
No longer the moldable clay
that could be shaped into a
brighter future
a better person
someone who could love you more.
when bad things happen to good people,
others remark:
“God has plans for you.”
Or
“God will never give you more than you can handle.”
Sometimes I even made myself believe ridiculous bullshit like that.
But then pain-killers stopped killing pain.
Sleeping pills stopped bringing sleep.
Lovers stopped loving.
And I stopped right along with them.
My heart may beat.
My eyes may be open;
My lungs filled with air.
But I stopped today.
You don’t have to be dead to die.
