Poetry

HE WROTE…. My first love, words cannot describe how special you are to me. I will always love you. J. S.

Over 20 years now, I walk by his picture, a glance turns into a stare…. I can’t move, hypnotized. I can’t feel the breath that I take. The mire thought of every seeing him again… it would truly be a dream come true. It would be amazing if we could be once more. I look at his picture, my heart feels as if he were just here, standing beside me. His kiss was a drug-I closed my eyes for a moment, days seemed like weeks gone by. His body, the gods would envy… Everything about him was perfect- head to toe. I look at his picture… he love we made, no words could express. His sense of humor was like sunshine, warming my soul. I would get lost in his presence… I would stop breathing until he would come again. His love was pure and devoting only to whom he loved most. His love was sincere as the love of a child. Yet, he was wise, caring, gentle, understanding ….. He was all that one person could ever dream of. Beautiful as he was on the outside, he was just as beautiful inside. His tears, when he said good-bye… still run down my face. That’s the first time I had seen a real man cry. I miss my soul mate.

If I could turn back our time

Poetry

Out of all the moments I spent with you, my last day with you stuck in my mind the most. The place where you stood, standing at the door as if cement was holding your feet in place. You held my face in your hands as if you were trying to hold my soul together. I don’t’ remember the time… time stood still as you said your goodbyes. I don’t remember the day… it was night. A night that I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. I don’t remember word for word what you tried to say but I remember your reasons. You wanted to do the right thing for the wrong reasons but you couldn’t do me anymore. I remember the tears that ran down your face. After all these years, I miss you in my life. If I could turn back time… you till would not have chosen me.

A Door

Poetry
I wish there was a door that I could walk through and my yesterday’s pain will be gone. To go through a door that leaves my past in my past and I can go on with a whole heart. To go through a door that separates me from all things that displease God. To go through a door that heals and deliver me even from myself. I wish there was a door that was filled with Heaven’s love on earth. To go through a door that’s not so complicated and God’s ways are clear for my life. To go through a door that hides me from satan’s hands and protect me from his cruel intent. To go through a door and all that I lost would be waiting to be mine again. And all those that I loved and lost will be standing there with open arms to hold me forever. I wish that there was a door that, when I walk through, that I would be reborn & brand new.

I constantly search within me, casting down every negative thought of my heart: To go through the door of salvation, the pool of healing waters and touch the cloth that Jesus wore would be amazing, or to find the gates that hide the trees of life to eat of tree that gives life forever with Christ. I wish there was a door that I could walk through to be with Jesus, my Lord, my everything.

Eash Way Out

Poetry

I took the easy way out and leave without trying to work thing out In being afraid of losing you, I decided to leave first Instead of letting you speak, I spoke us to an end because I was afraid of what you might say I took the easy way out and said goodbye I assume whatever I needed to, in order to get through what you may have been thinking because your words were few I look in your eyes and I was afraid of what I saw, what I didn’t see and what I always wanted to see that wasn’t there. I took the easy way out, left and hurt myself I was afraid feeling weak inside; weak to your touch, weak to your kindness, weak when you’re standing close. Your touch, your kiss, your heart…. I was afraid that it wouldn’t last and I needed it forever I was afraid of love and took the easy way out and ran from love and a life with you and now that I’m gone, I’m afraid you won’t want me, I’m afraid of, if you do want me to come back I’m afraid to go back Being afraid is an easy way out

I took the easy way out, left and hurt myself. I was afraid feeling weak inside; weak to your touch, weak to your kindness, weak when you’re standing close. Your touch, your kiss, your heart…. I was afraid that it wouldn’t last and I needed it forever. I was afraid of love and took the easy way out and ran from love and a life with you and now that I’m gone, I’m afraid you won’t want me. I’m afraid of, if you do want me to come back I’m afraid to go back Being afraid is an easy way out.

 

GirlScout Cookies

Poetry Girl Scout Cookies (by Ms Doggett)

He walks through the door and says “Honey I’m home” as if I’m not standing here looking at him. He turns to put his coat on the rack by the door. I sweetly said, “Glad your home honey, Shelia called”. His coat and shoes must have weighed a ton because he didn’t move an inch and I wasn’t sure he was still breathing. Like the news-paper funny pages, I could see that little white balloon above his head filled with the words “damn, damn, damn, no -she- didn’t”.

He turn to speak but I cut him off and said don’t worry about, we’ll talk later and I left him standing there and headed to the kitchen and fixed his plate. The tension at the dinner table… you could cut it with a chainsaw. We got ready for bed, room filled with guilty silence, regret and no eye contact. He reaches for me and says “I’m sorry” and I said “Sorry for what”. He said that he only slept with her once and I looked at him and said, “She called to see if you still wanted her Girl Scout Cookies”. Well, I guess you do.