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Day: October 9, 2018
They Said
No doubt her hands were shaking when she wrote her suicide note. Her heart was in a million pieces, pieces that apparently no one noticed, or maybe, cared to notice.
She tried to write her last words, words that would explain, words that will tell all and clarify her actions. She wanted to describe her feelings, and try to explain why she did what she was about to do.
Her heart spilled out of the pen onto the paper as she wrote her last words. She tied a rope to a ceiling beam in her apartment, stood in a chair, tied the other end around her neck and kicked the chair aside.
The police found her several days later when a neighbor became concerned. Her suicide note explained nothing, yet said it all. Her note contained two words…….“They said”.
Tragically, this true story happened in California and no one ever…
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Unbroken
Come and enjoy this great poem – UNBROKEN
Time after time
after time again
I’ve thought of you
thought of moments
we shared
thought of moments
we’ve lost
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If I Could Run Away
If I could run away
I’d join a flying circus
Chat with the lions
Chant with the crowd
Joke with the clowns
Dance with the acrobats
Crawl with the trapeze artists
Hide with the magician
Wrestle with the roar of the tiger
Walk with the Bear
Fall in love with the sideshow
Sit between the caramel apples
and the cotton candy
If I could run away
It wouldn’t solve any of my problems
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Autumn’s Soul
Your Dark Is Beautiful Too
Don’t Miss – YOUR DARK IS BEAUTIFUL TOO!
“But darling, you forgot
about one thing:
I love your dark, too.”
When I said I loved everything about you — your mannerisms, your speech, the way that beautiful mind worked — I also meant that I loved all facets of you. All the colors you radiated from within. The blazing reds of your unbridled passion. The blues of your light-hearted laugh. The purples of your mid-afternoon nap. And every color in between. Because you are the light of my life. But darling, you forgot about one thing: I love your dark, too. How else could the night give way to such an expanse of stars and moonlight?
© Sarah Doughty
You are every color
of my soul.
Scattered Petals
gone in exile
without the one who kissed me all over-
broken sunflower © Chèvrefeuille
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The Reluctant Poet 