poems

the walking dead

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Living isn't difficult,

Life is though.

 

It's not the day-to-day activities that wear you down;

the eating,

and sleeping,

walking,

signing,

dancing,

writing,

reading,

drinking.

 

It's the big things;

purpose,

meaning,

love,

hate,

passion,

failure,

success,

misery,

fulfillment.

 

Rolling out of bed in the morning isn't the problem.

Pulling your soul out of the gutter,

after repeated failures and heartbreaks,

when your heart is drowning in misery,

and you can't remember your last lucky bounce,

that's the struggle.

 

Some people do it better than others,

and some are the walking dead.

Is that poem about me?

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I get it all the time;

who is that poem about?

 

Is it about ME,

is it about HER?

 

It better not be about HER,

that would be so wrong,

and inconsiderate, maybe.

 

Yes,

the poem is about HER,

and it is about YOU,

and it about EVERYONE.

 

You can't segment each poem,

because life is not built that way,

it's a giant collective experience,

that makes up everything you are,

and therefore,

everything you write is a reflection of everybody,

who ever had an influence on your life.

 

Why did I write about that NOW,

why didn't I write about this, or that,

or the death of small animals,

the miserable life of a pop star,

the struggles of the oppressed,

the racism that plagues our society?

 

I didn't feel like it,

and I don't feel like it now.

 

Life is about finding your passion,

and when you WANT to do something,

everything about life makes sense.

 

When your passion leaves you,

find it again,

or there's no point to any of this.

Memories

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We always recall our past lovers,

with such fond memories and warm hearts,

much more than we did when we were with them.

 

Maybe the answer is simple;

we never gave them enough credit,

when we were in love with them.

 

Sadness and bad moments,

pass from memory,

easily enough,

because they are common.

 

Happy moments linger awhile,

and dance on in your mind,

and memories of love,

well, those last forever.

Sorry doesn't cut it

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An apology doesn't work,
it isn't good enough,
sometimes.
 
Apoligies are too easy,
words mean so little,
especially when typed,
Is it ironic you're, 
reading this on a screen?
 
I'm sorry,
You're sorry?
 
Are you really sorry,
or are you just saying that,
because it's the proper thing?
 
Do you feel badly enough?
 
How can I judge that?
 
Mostly,
Are you being sincere?
 
Saying you're sorry isn't enough,
You need to say why you're sorry,
why you did what you did,
how everything happened,
not just 'I'm sorry."
 
We both know you fucked up,
you meant what you said,
you can't it that back,
you tried to hurt me.
 
Maybe you succeeded,
but at what price?
 
Sorry doesn't cut it,
not this time.
 

Everyone remembers the martyr

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I don't have enough time Mel,
and it worries me.
 
There are too many things to do,
and no enough time.
 
I wan t to be everything,
for everyone,
I want to breathe passion into the dead,
and light up the burnt out wicks,
in the hearts of the damned.
 
I need to lift them on my back,
before they fade away,
and are lost forever.
 
I need to do it for them,
I need to do it for me,
I need to do it for you.
 
Everyone remembers the martyr,
no one remembers the ones,
who didn't quite try hard enough.
 
Everyone remembers the martyr.