From time to time a poem

User22414 wrote:

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Fatally Incompatible

He could not hold me
if it was all
he ever wanted

we never met
we never will

Worlds apart
and ever drifting
further and further

While i cling to the threads
of what i wanted us to be

~Serenity

I came to this thread because i found a cool-ass poem that i wanted to share. But then i saw this post and i had to respond to it. I remember you, “User22414”, and this picture that you put here is exactly how i always imagined you. I don't know the specific details of why you left but what i do know is that i have a great deal of affection for you and that i miss you. I dont think you’ll ever see this but this is for you, inspired by your poem...

The curse of those of us who love
Is that loves’ so often unrequited
The curse of passion’s that its uncontrolled
and usually uninvited
The curse of hoping’s that it leaves
Hearts exposed to being slighted
The curse of being tender is
that we’re the one who’ll be ignited.

And burned

We’ve been here many times and yet
It seems the lessons’ are never learned
We’re angry at empty apologies
And sick of being spurned
The more we give the more we know
That through pain our rewards will eventually be earned
And that our failures have built up the credit
To cover the bonds for which we’ve yearned

Found this, recently. Thought it was a good fit...

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

Whatever was meant to happen
Whatever was meant to be
In the end what really matters
is just you ...and me

If i could just find you
Id hold and remind you
How I once loved every inch of your skin
We cant change the past but the future? Alas -
If I had the chance to just love you again
There is no need to cling onto trivial things
I’ve released all but my memories of you
You may never know but wherever you go
A part of me will be going there, too

I sought, I found
But I did not find what I wanted.
Instead,
I find what they said I wanted.
I rebuked.
I hurled hard stones into the mirror.
Anger settled.
I started again.
And again.
Reincarnation of points of view.
The same story from a different author.
Re-lived, re-grieved, re-doubted my Self.

And then one day I spoke.

this pain will be mine in any and every reality that I have life
this world is cruel and unkind to those who are different and they will never know the endless quest for peace to be delivered from are darkness and only love will set us free that is my belief but I find myself forever alone with a sadness as vast as an eternal sea
-Trevor Mark Terry

Dont ever pretend to be my friend.
Loyalty i am glad to give but falseness I wont even lend.
A list of horrors is what my life can show.
Tragedy? Loss? The only wives I’ll ever know.
In the very few times
When the world was kind
I had a hopeful heart
And optimistic mind.
I still didnt delude myself, those days.
Life always returns to its wicked ways.
The very first goal to which i aspire
If you fck with me, youre fckng with fire.

As I stir my dirt.

There is a place, that we all find ourselves at times,
that never seems to be right when rhymed.
As I stir my dirt, some one will find rapture. The ground will quake and my heart aches as I begin to stir my dirt.
As I stir my dirt, some ones life has changed, this very night with all my might as I begin to fight- I stir my dirt right.
As I stir, some one will wear the earth, in a humble or non refundable way, as I slowly stir my dirt and turn it the other way.
Today, is a good day, I wonder what it will bring. A helpful tone or something that hurts? doesn't matter, it is today, so as I finish I'm reminded, stir the dirt.

Pastor Carlos

I wasn't really sure until now, Pastor Carlos. But yes sir, you are a real one. I still think youre too nice. But now i do believe that you werent always nice to everybody.

My face used to be so lovely back when i was youthful, innocent, full of faith

I was young and bold and adventurous and my confidence was near unshakable.

Time and time and time and loss they seem to have crept upon me like a wraith.

Am i more or less beautiful for having aged and having had to learn that i am breakable?

I dont despair of the loss of the child that i was for every child has got to grow.

Whether i have won or lost in love and life i have walked the road and earned my pains.

Im am now the keeper of insights and secrets that no little child could possibly know .

And it is a wizened adult who remains.