I write because I have to Poems

Apparent to none. Transparent to some.
Thin like the skin of those who pose as friends to begin
but end like chameleons
when they sway in the wind
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In the darkness damp
and wet
form tears that fell to quell what's left.
No more to dwell
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Pounding away my problems
is how I often solve them.
Grinding them to dust
and blowing them in the wind
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She said hurt me and it hurt me
but I did it because I loved her,
at least that’s what I told myself, but I didn’t believe that and neither did she.
We just met three hours ago -
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I'm not sure where to begin
but I'm pretty sure where this all will end -
lost then found, then lost again
more lost then the start when hearts played no part
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...glazing over my life
like sheets of ice
melting me before pelting me
with harrowing insights.
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The cherry reflection of her smeared lipstick on the glass danced like fire
in a kindred colored wine.
Sad sips of sherry
In the distance, the setting sun ablaze on the horizon’s edge;
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The fear of consequence was a fence
to lock me in and block my confidence
and make me feel incompetent.
I realize that it's all internal
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If the world was flat and the horizon was at your back would you walk away from the sun without turning back?
Embracing the shadows, defying defeat, would you lasso the moon with the tide at your feet?
What would you do if the earth opened up and the ground rained upwards and the clouds closed shut?
Would you save all the tears that you've shed all these years and swim deep inside them to drown all your fears?
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You stretched my light and etched my life,
searing my sight, leaving me dim
with only a trace of a ghost of a glow of sorrow and a hopeless tomorrow within.
Warped and lukewarm,
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