| A new poem expressing where I'm at after my recent divorce. |


SunlightI am at the mouth of the tunnel there is sunlight and the old skin of my old life is flaking away dropping to the ground revealing a fresh layer that is longing to explore this new world excited and scared cautiously I move out into the new frontier the still raw wounds of recent battles begin to heal but only time has the remedy and she is slow in her process but she knows her craft and patience is rewarded moving forward each day the wounds seem smaller subtly they disappear let her work her magic one day they are but scars fadiSunlight


Last OfferingI left the city Headed out cup of hot coffee In the holder Dog asleep in the back Air cool Sky gray A mist of Rain coated my Windsheild As I droveLast Offering
the buildings Gave Way To Flora Trees On fire Explosions Autumn colors Reds Yellows Oranges Purples Just looking at them Made me feel Warm I smiled Their last offering Is their Brightest We notice them Most Upon their Death Not Unlike Our Loved Ones


Still BreathingI woke up this morning I wasStill Breathing
Still breathing You walked away You took it
all With
you I thought of you Leaving I was Still breathing I watched as the blood Left a trail From where my
Heart used to be Remnants of a love Now Gone I was Still breathing Minutes turned to Hours to Days to Weeks to Months I was Still breathing You left my Emotions in Ruins Kept stabbing
Even after It Was Dead I was Still bre
by ^kkart
by `chilipalmer
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To do a dull thing with style-now THAT'S what I call art. -
Charles Bukowski
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time to ride
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I've got a strong urge to fly, but I've got nowhere to fly to.
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Your life is defined by its opportunities... even the ones you miss.
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To do a dull thing with style-now THAT'S what I call art. -
Charles Bukowski
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