Midnight Creatives #1: His Loss

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She breathed deeply, closed her eyes,
Little diamonds streaming down her face.
“It’s over,” she whispered; closed her eyes once more-
Kissed me one last time and walked out the door.

I didn’t chase her as I’ve done before,
Nor did I hold her tightly on the porch floor.
Blankly, I stared into empty space
To have years gone by searching for her face.

Broken Hearts

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That teacher with a temper has been left at the altar;
That brother who sees no hope used to hope all too much.
That friend who stopped giving has been taken for granted;
That man who stopped trying has been laughed at and mocked.
That boy who stopped dreaming has been called immature;
That girl who stopped trusting has been betrayed more than once.
A heart that is closed is a heart that has been broken;
A heart that is cold is a heart that was once warm.

Every word and action that may mean nothing to you,
May mean so much to others and cause them destruction too.

The Essence of Promises

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Time and change may cause us to drift apart;
It may be a fight or nothing at all.
People move on, some people stay grudged;
Rain or snow, some things be better left untouched.

A trust that once was bestowed upon you
Remains as a promise with the same value.
No anger nor pain be valid enough
For betrayal, divulgence, denouncement, and such.

A New Fire

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If my fire grows dim and starts to fade,
Would you try to rekindle it?
No, don’t put a glass globe; don’t try to confine
Don’t force the flame- it’ll die within.
Use a lighter, light a match. Start a fire- a new fire.

If all is finished and I’m left drifting smoke,
You can either give up or try again.
Don’t try to catch them; set them free
Smoke is never healthy for you and me.
Gather some sticks, find some stones. Start a fire- a new fire.

Memory of July 22, 2016

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Weakening of the flesh, weakening of the soul
Lost will, lost hope, crushed dreams; an empty dark hole.
Forced on the ground- helpless and confused,
It’s been nine months now, but bruise came after bruise.

A pain in your chest, a punch in your gut,
Constricting of the lungs, deep breathes- no air.
A noise in your head, poison starts to spread
Tears well up in your eyes; they start to flow.

A memory- a gift; this memory- a curse
To remember is a nightmare during the day.
Never ending nightmare, still gruesome until now
You wonder when it’ll end, you wonder how.

Nevermore Disparaging

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A bend, a break- they’re part of life.
Someday, somehow, we’re bound to grow.
Through the storm, we’ll find the light
Nobody’s perfectly white as snow.

We’re all tainted with a darker side-
Different shades and colors, yet all are the same.
This world- prejudicial; we try to hide
We all have mistakes, regrets, and pain.

No one can condemn you- not even yourself
Repentance and change; the Lord is forgiving.
Underneath our masks, there is no disparity
Spread the love, nevermore disparaging.

When Life Hits You Hard

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Hopelessly broken, sprawled on the floor
You worry much more than you’ve ever had before.
Anxious and confused, afraid to make a move;
You avoid the crossroads, but there you are again.

It’s no wonder they say “Look before you fall.”
It may be you were never meant to be at all
Your heart has grown attached, he runs through your veins
His core never really changes when he says he’ll change.

You live your life daily doing what you do;
But inside, your heart is heavy- your mind is too.
For once you wonder if you undergo depression,
That perhaps you’ve gotten a phycological disorder.

Fairytale happy endings you used to dream about
Vanished little by little as doubt come after doubt.
Life hit you hard enough to see reality,
So all that’s left for you is practicality.