Mistake

Mistakes, I’ve made a few, but my greatest, no doubt, is you, gone from my hand, and I never knew you were there... you were, and are, too good for me, way out of my league, so I acted like I didn’t care, but I didn’t know, and, my god, do I care, but you’re …

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freefalling butterflies

Wow! Fabulous writing!!
-Grabbety

A Writer's Soul

To my own eyes be true, but it’s so hard when I have been blinded by you,
By affection that is not mine to take, mine to have.
The way we are together alone, when there are not witnesses, no questions,
No one to tell us this love is so, so wrong,
But darling, two wrongs have to make a right eventually.
Let’s commit to things that keep men sedated and woman lingering longer.
Allow me to lead you down a path of temptation and sin and wonder and passion,
And we’ll both pretend not to love every minute of it.

The game is only as dangerous as we let it,
But we both know playing with fire is just as intoxicating as this taboo love,
No one can say when this little game began,
But the rules and stakes have grown more thrilling with each passing turn,
Each stroke…

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collateral beauty

Wonderful post…
-Grabbety

XOXO

some days,

i feel everything,

all at once

and others

i feel nothing at all,

i feel numb

i honestly don’t know whats worse

drowning beneath the waves

or dying from the thirst.

*  *  

but there is a certain beauty to broken things, isn’t there?

XOXO, 

T

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You Mean Nothing, And That’s Just Fine

Wonderfully written!! Everyone enjoy…
-Grabbety

Highly Educated Trash

Strolling through

the sequoia trees today

and the silence among them,

except for those

very talkative birds,

I came upon a tree

that was over 2000 years old,

a friend of Jesus,

born in a toga,

survived the plague(s),

and the unnecessary remake

of the last Indiana Jones film.

But we are here

to live large,

prove we exist,

take pictures,

pictures,

fucking more

fucking pictures.

And no one stopped

to think that this

forest was here

long before

we ever used the lofi filter

on our Instagram photos,

added our high school

enemy on Facebook,

stared down on our phone

instead of up

at the majestic canopy

the trees make

because they grow strong,

adapting, like we do,

to survive.

There was a moment

I sat in such awe

at the time machine

in the rings

and I remembered that

even though I’m not

strong enough

to change the…

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The Mission

Beautiful poetry…
-Grabbety

ThePoeticPenPals

She walks in the forest

Silver moonlight in her hair

She’s oddly calm in chaos

And content in deep despair

She’s on a mission to find

Something that does not exist

A reason for her loss

Why she’s so easy to dismiss

She searches for the breadcrumbs

In tireless circles she roams

But the more she keeps on looking

The more she is alone

When just beyond the trees

A bright light draws her in

But knowing only loss

She fades into darkness again

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