My Better Half

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Even with tears cascading down your face,

You're beautiful to me,

I feel your warm compassion, 

With every blink of your eyes,

I can feel your love.

It breaks me every time, seeing you cry,

Touches my soul,

You are heaven to me, takes my breath away,

Hold me, hold me closer,

Hold my hand in this darkest night,

Emerge from the night,

Stand in your ethereal light,

You are my Godsend.

Untitled, April 2020 | Poetry (video)

Video, Poem originally posted April 16, 2020 - Untitled, April 2020

Would you let your ex-spouse walk you down the aisle if you remarried? 

Untitled, Anna 2020

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She doesn't want me anymore

How can she say we will remain friends

When I've valued her as being so much more

I can feel her severing ties 

She's completely running away

Her truth is in the smell of her new perfume

She's certainly overdressed for the occasion

Does she not feel the death of our marriage

She even did that thing with her hair

Glamorized, in this tragedy of my life

Divorcing amicably, nodding, agreeing 

Absorbed, pushing towards the end

I never envisioned this happening

Watching the rapid strokes of her pen

The tapping of it on the desk

Ready to sign again

Who is this woman!

Untitled, Amy 2020

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Night can’t come quicker
I need it dark
Dark, so even my blue walls look black
I’m a troubled man
I got this black on my back
I need a dark room
I need silence
I’m black all over
This blackness covers me
It’s all over me
It’s all over my life.

Today, was Monday
I wore this blue collar shirt
Today, was Monday
I left early to catch the train
Today, was Monday
I passed her again, Beauty on Wacker Drive
I said, “Hi”
Wish we were more than friends
I hear that she doesn’t date black men.

Today, was Monday
My face is in my hands
In this claustrophobic cubicle I sit in
This is what I hoped for,
The job I prayed for
My life changing plan.
I’m not respected, here
I’m underpaid, the new slave
I’m drowning in this work.

Today, was Monday
It’s so dark sitting in this room
It’s so dark in here
It’s so dark, these blue walls look black.

Untitled, Angel 2020

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I’m a man with no job.
I look down and away, 
I’m not the man I want to be,
For this woman.
I can’t let her see me, like this.
I don’t even know her name 
Ashamed to ask, when reminded of who I am.
I call her Beauty and Woman of my Dreams,
When I’m scraping counting change for a cup of black
Confidence, every morning at this coffee house 
Just to see her walk in, 
Just look at her, 
Look at her dress,
She looks so pretty in it.

Untitled, April 2020

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I would light the path for your heart,
To find true love,
If I could. 

I would walk you into uncertainty, 
If it meant you would be married, 
Again,
If it meant you would live life in a better light,
More than what I was able to provide, 
I’d give you away.

I pray for the right words to say,
I stand here with my sin and shame, 
Looking back on all the mask I wore,
I knew I wasn’t the right man, 
For you.

I’m filled with so much regret,
I just want to remove my air from around you,
I want to remove my ugly stains from your skin,
I want to separate the daylight between us,
I am the darkness, the gloom
That consumes your life, even after marriage 
I wasn’t a changed man.

I hope, 
That you will try to find true love,
Again,
I would walk you down the aisle
If I could,
Towards a godly man,
I’d give you away.