Cold As Dry Ice

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He thrives on sadness

…Feeds…

On pieces of your broken

…Heart…

His words are harsh and

…Cruel…

His thirst is quenched by your

…Tears…

Stay strong, don’t let his

…wickedness…

Destroy your kindred

…Soul…

11:59 AM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Toasty

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Your gleaming smile

…Brightens…

The sparkle in your

…Eyes…

With lips as soft as

…Marshmallows…

I melt in the comfort

…Of…

Your arms

…Toasted…

6:02 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

One Footprint

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You left your footprint in the

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Carpet…

The last time you were

Here…

You held me close

And…

Then kissed me

And…

Whispered in my

Ear…

I love you baby

I’ll…

See you soon

Before…

You left that

Afternoon…

Many nights before I

Slept…

I looked up at the

Moon…

Then closed my

Eyes…

And wept because I

Reminisced…

About the footprint

In…

The rug that

Afternoon…

Never to hear

Or…

See you again

I…

Look up at the

Moon…

11:48 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

Concrete Eyelids

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He awakes daily with concrete

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Eyelids…

Heavily weighed down by

Residue…

From his addictions from the day

Or…

Night before, not knowing

If…

Its day or night; but

Thirsty..

For alcohol and hungry for

Drugs…

A monster deteriorating

With…

A circle of

Thugs…

6:28 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

Why…No Response?

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Silence

Speaks

In

Multitudes

Of

A

Lack

Of

Communication

Emotion

Concern

Consideration

And…

Lovers

Without

Desire

Have

An

Absence

Of

Fire

I’m

Cold

Lonely

And

Blue

Not

Understanding

You…

12:00 AM

Vera Jackson © 2013

Coals Of Communication

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Your eyes are burning

Coals…

Scorching my soul

Your…

Mind is loaded with

Dynamite…

Building our conversations

From…

A bonfire into

An…

Inferno of

Intelligent

Debates

Understanding

Goals

Dreams

Fears

And at times

We

Share

Few

Tears

Until

Exhausted

7:32 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

Broken Pieces

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Every time you walk out the

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Door…

You take a piece of my

Heart…

I’m wondering how much

Longer…

It will be until

I…

Am only an empty

Shell…

I suppose

Time…

Will tell

11:50 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

These Things Happen

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When the music

Plays…

My body sways

Once…

Passion flows

I…

Can’t say

No…

When you kiss my

Lips…

My backbone

Dips…

I seductively strip

While…

You unzip

We…

Leave this

World…

And ease into

Ecstasy…

7:20 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

She Is…He Is

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She is strong, confident and

Sociable…

He is stronger, encouraging and

Intelligent…

She rambles

He speaks

Slowly…

Choosing his words

Carefully…

Not be tear her mending

Heart…

He is awesome

To her

She…

Is amazing

To him

They are a

A…

Couple in love

With…

Respect for one

Another…

2:36 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

Daily Prompt: My First Time

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Being married at the young age of 18, and now in my fifties, I remember the day vividly.

September 15th 2011 was the first time I started living alone. I was extremely busy most of the day, cleaning, and shopping for groceries, and small appliances.

When I sat down to rest, the reality of being along begin to overwhelm me.  It formed a burning pit in my stomach. I started visualizing the future of cooking for myself, eating alone, and knowing how much I will miss the sound of a voice, even though the words were no longer loving, they were harsh; a cutting edge to a bleeding heart. Nevertheless, it was a voice and the walls didn’t smother me, and the ceiling collapse into the floor, and I was the matted carpet to walk on. At least, not every day.

Once the day turned dark, I cringed when I looked at the bed. I had to sleep alone. It was cold and uninviting even with the exhaustion that had consumed my body from the day’s activities.

Exhaustion of the body, didn’t take precedence over the pondering mind. The nights turned to days, and I continue to toss these same thoughts month after month. Which have added up to a couple of years.

I hope and pray that someday, I will not sleep alone, and eat alone. I’m not meant to live alone.

2:57 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

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