Please just stay

Just me

There are people who love me, whom I am so grateful to have,

and yet, even they can’t get through to me,

I can’t let even them in.

It’s so hot, and so dark even though the light’s on,

I’m sweating and crying and shaking, and I can’t find an escape.

I splash water on my face, over and over again,

as if to clean myself, as if to erase myself.

It’s burning hot and I’m losing myself in these flames,

keep reminding myself to breathe, in and out,

in the hope and strength, out the tears, heat and pain.

I can’t explain, can’t elaborate, can’t put it into words,

I try but I fail again and again, and I’m sick of trying and failing.

Maybe it’s a phase that I’ll get over, even though I haven’t in all these years,

maybe it’s a sickness that lies deep inside my…

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Why was I never enough for you?

Just me

Why was I never enough for you?

I try to keep myself busy

and to not think about you,

but I can’t help it.

I can’t stop thinking

about the last time that I saw you.

I still remember how it felt

standing on that platform all alone,

watching your train slowly go away,

while tears streamed down my face.

I guess, even my heart knew

that it would be the last time

I ever saw you, or ever held you.

I remember asking you not to turn

to wish me goodbye, or even for a last gaze at me.

I knew that my heart wasn’t capable

of handling that last gesture of such intimacy.

I cried all the way back home,

kept repeating all our moments

in my head, over and over again,

forcing myself to believe

that this just can’t be the end.


What did you think…

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Empty House

Secret Thoughts Within

Image found here on Pinterest

She moved out –
Took the whiskey and the couch.
The place is neater now
But far too quiet

He paces the hallway
Looking into rooms
With restless limbs
And a broken spirit

They had been disconnectedfor months
But that does make it easier.
There is just too much space left
In the house and in his heart

She moved out –
Took the whiskey and the couch
And now he’s left
Living in an empty house.

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Some mercy now…


 Some mercy now….

Just a man, he had worked and he had worked. Yesterday man, sat by the Clinton river. He loved the sun on his face. He prayed to the falling sun, old world need some mercy now. Please lord of life and death, caress my world with the mercy of forgiveness. Hate is a heavy burden, regret can be a heavy load to carry and kill our hope. Please allow the hearts filled with sadness, to find the path to new places and new happiness.
                   I love you more…

The old man watched his grandchildren play, they run and run, they laugh and sing. He remember his dear grandmother. A Ojibwa woman with a heart of gold. She told him, Johnnie, be like the wolves and run free, never allow the walls to become a prison, forgive the…

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Idyllic places and time


Idyllic places and time

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"We need Idyllic places."                   

       Idyllic place and time….

The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be reborn and we shall die. Love is the medicine to cure us. We need beautiful places, tender caress of gentle hands and someone, who will listen to our dreams and wishes. The idyllic places can be simple. Could be dancing with the sea, sitting on a hill watching the sun rise or fall. Could be a pretty face making you feel needed and wanted.

A poem to share.

            Dear Nicole…

I loved your face and I loved the sound of your voice. We…

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Promote Yourself Monday, June 7, 2021

Go Dog Go Café

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Summer Dress

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

I see you

in a summer dress.

Thin straps on elegant shoulders.

Your breasts captured sweetly.

The curve of your hips caressed.

Your arms and legs beautifully bare.

The hem high on your thighs.

Your hair is caught and stroked by the soft, warm breeze.

Your skin is kissed by the friendly sun.

Your gorgeous eyes are shining.

Your smile is heavenly.

Yet you are shy

as the dress falls

like a cotton sea

at your feet.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Vladimir Volegov

Written six years ago – but it is a time for dresses – and removing them

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