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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
“We might have to reschedule
These study dates,”
You warned
In the middle of our study date.
“Next week,
I have to complete some legal things,
I think,
And on Wednesday,
I have an extra therapy session.”
I kept my face happy
As we tried to find a time,
But on the inside,
I wanted to hug you
And learn how you really felt
About having to move
And start over
On everything but me
And your chemistry.
“We might have to reschedule
These study dates,”
You warned
In the middle of our study date.
“Next week,
I have to complete some legal things,
I think,
And on Wednesday,
I have an extra therapy session.”
I kept my face happy
As we tried to find a time,
But on the inside,
I wanted to hug you
And learn how you really felt
About having to move
And start over
On everything but me
And your chemistry.
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First Flight
How frightening that first flight must have been,
hearts racing into the unknown,
and I should wonder how those men felt
at the first takeoff into the air,
gusts of wind beneath fragile wings,
if not for loving you.
Literature
Untold Stories- The Unsinkable Ship: Prologue
-6:43 AM, April 10th, 1912- Southampton, England
Nicholas Thatcher woke up extra early today. He gasped, waking up immediately. He sat up in his hotel bed, looking at the clock. Smiling, he got out of bed, careful not to wake Sofia (his sister) who was sleeping next to him. He went bare foot on the wooden floor, past the bed his mom and Amber (his other sister, twin of Sofia) were sleeping in. The 11 year old kneeled in the wooden chair that was pushed up to the high window so he could look out.
Their hotel in Southampton overlooked the White Star Line's Pier. Nick could see it from their floor of the hotel, just barely. In that ocean dock
Literature
Persistence
Persistence
At the end, only the words persist
The feelings,
like flowers in the Winter,
crumble
Just the words remain:
Loneliness,
Emptiness,
Silence
They speak of feelings that no longer fit them
They speak of dreams and desires without echo
Just the words remain:
written in the endless cold of the night
mistaking delirious with hope
My poetry remains singing the meetings
but it's only about the searching
but it's only about the mismatch
My poetic universe is made of black holes
It is starless nights
It is deserted planets
Just the words remain:
"I love you",
"Kiss Me",
"I need you"
These, however, I do not recognize,
They are legend
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