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Do you remember the laughter and good times we once shared?
Are you forgetting the heartache, the times you said you never cared?
The museum, the carnival, by the river we would walk.
The loneliness, the frustration; you were always too tired to talk.
Do you remember the times alone, all the sexy things you'd say?
Are you forgetting that while I said them you often walked away.
The summer drives, the broken doorsteps, those precious moments we had alone.
The lying, the cheating, all the things I had to discover on my own.
Do you remember that you loved me, you said with all your heart.
Are you forgetting that you hurt me? I also said it was a mistake from the start.
The memories, I cherish. Maybe we can give it one more try.
No, thank you. Don't think so. It was over with goodbye.
But, darling - don't you remember?
How could I forget.
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Coffee Klatch 37
Kai Graves fought desperately to get out of bed. He'd only been home a week after enduring several months of cancer treatment in the hospital. The situation would've unnerved anyone, even those who didn't understand that ghosts were a unique species, not the souls of the departed. Ghosts, like humans, faced their own set of challenges, sometimes even more. They, too, could be afflicted with a variety of cancers. The only difference was how it attacked their bodies.
Either way, he had only been home a week and was still exhausted from the long treatments he'd received. Each step felt like dragging his feet through cold, wet cement, and his body ached with the lingering effects of the black energy treatments, something reserved only for extreme cases like his Eco-Leukemia.
His parents, Cronos and Dreama, had been through a harrowing time, their endless fear for their only child's life leaving them emotionally and physically drained. They insisted he attend only half a day's worth of
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Emerald Hearts
they hold their emerald hearts in chests of boughs
enchanted into reality of green and gold
enclosed in gardens of living water
touched by tree blood; brushed by the gossamer magic
their souls bathe in summer and rain
in rapid storms and voice of a thunder
the messangers of rivers and moss gods
verdant deities of the dusk-kissed ponds
they are hidden from the mundane eyes
offering kinship to midnight creatures
and monsters of pure night
seeing through their dark enchantments
where their shadow hearts beat
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a shadow born of midnight
he felt the sting of daylight
as it surged into his field
he knew it didn't play right
as the next moves were revealed
no dim nor dull, it stayed bright
and it gave no pause nor yield
he felt the sting of daylight
and his eyes still have not healed
a shadow born of midnight
he had only known the dark
he came to see such new sights
at first flicker of the spark
and so he looked for others
for more sources of the glow
but what he would discover
he was not ready to know
he felt the sting of daylight
as it surged into his field
his eyes did not adjust right
still a new world was revealed
overall it was too bright
it was then his fate was sealed
he felt the sting of daylight
and his eyes still have not healed
a shadow born of midnight
who did not fit in the day
did not belong in the light
where his dreams would have him play
and so he looked for others
for more ways that he could fit
but what he would discover
was he was not meant for it
he felt the sting of daylight
as it surged into
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I have posted and reposted this a few times. A poem written nearly 30 years ago about the former love-of-my-life. I had no idea about narcissism back then. This guy was textbook. He and I were on-again-off-again for years. He cheated on me something terrible, then would come back all wistful with sweet talk and nostalgia. He even tried to come back years later when I was married to Ravenswd and pregnant with my 3rd child. He never seemed to remember all the times he was a rat bastard and made me cry/broke my heart. Unfortunately, I have had a few narcs in my lifetime since then -- romantic and not. Thankfully, as of now, all of them have been discarded by me.
Written under my Airial Diana Mark pen name.
I have posted and reposted this a few times. A poem written nearly 30 years ago about the former love-of-my-life. I had no idea about narcissism back then. This guy was textbook. He and I were on-again-off-again for years. He cheated on me something terrible, then would come back all wistful with sweet talk and nostalgia. He even tried to come back years later when I was married to Ravenswd and pregnant with my 3rd child. He never seemed to remember all the times he was a rat bastard and made me cry/broke my heart. Unfortunately, I have had a few narcs in my lifetime since then -- romantic and not. Thankfully, as of now, all of them have been discarded by me.
Written under my Airial Diana Mark pen name.
© 2023 - 2024 mirz333
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I know this one poem is from one of your past experiences, but it seems that this one poem is talking about Greg Flowers and his experience, Sara and her experiences in the Relativity Universe, and also Sara in your Alternate DC universe stories as well. I can definitely see this one poem in those 2 Universes. But for you, you definitely came way out of this, as a better and greater person. You definitely gotten a way better, greater person and way better life with Ravenswd, a way better life with him, a family with him, and way more caring and loving person in Ravenswd. You definitely got the way better life and deal.