The Jester’s Hat Is Mine

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So many things
Flood back to my mind
Each time I think of you
A song on the radio you sang to
A favorite brand of liquor to drink
A stranger holding a cigarette like you did
The slightest whiff of your cologne drifting by
All these hundreds of flashbacks
Seriously hamper my ability to move on
To forget lost chances
To regret not following you
To imagine what it would take for you to come back
Foolish thoughts of a washed-up mind
You were never mine to have
And I was a fool to ever believe I could

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hamper

Hanging On By A Thread

I can’t really say

I’m in the prime of my life,

In fact

I feel like I’m falling apart.

Everyone is disappearing,

Leaving me grasping for friendships.

My mind betrays me,

By clouding the truth in front of me.

I feel less and less

Certain about the future.

And, without a doubt,

The past continues to haunt me.

So, I sit in contemplation,

On a life I no longer control.

Is it all worth the pain?

Or is there not even a glimmer of hope left?


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – prime

Walk Gently Please

The traffic has not been heavy
It was lighter than I would have liked
But still a fair share
Have walked in and out of my life
The memories are mostly good
But the losses are hard
The footprints behind
Leave a permanent scar
And there are those in question
Whether they will stay or go
Who seem to be stomping
Both to and fro
It hurts me with the back and forth
Just make up your mind
Keep the traffic moving
Or you will get left behind


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – traffic

Goodbye Mr. B.

What is wrong with me?

How come I couldn’t see?

See the truth in front of my eyes?

Or see the way he twisted his lies?

It was his magnetic personality in the end

That made me feel he might not be a friend

Too much high and mighty attitude

To me he just came off as being rude

So I say goodbye to someone else

And sit down as my heart melts

Never does something good last

You’d think I’d learn from my past.

A Patchwork Heart

A portion of my heart

Is made of nothing but scars

From those times it was broken

And I stitched it back together.

From friends leaving

To loves that were lost

They all left different tears

That I healed with a thread of love.

A love for myself

A belief that I was not wrong

It was them not me

And I will be ok.