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thank you. some of these are written on various medium forms- so typo's and incorrect spelling along with grammatical errs' are bound to come up. i appreciate the assistance. before i release the second edition of my first book, i am going to ask the community at large if anyone would care to edit it- as well as the first edition of the next 2-4 volumes in the series (haven't decided if I want to do it as a 3 set vol. or 5) either way, i will be asking for assistance on helping me with grammar and spelling as I know i have many errors... not because I can't spell or use grammar properly (however sometimes, those do tend to be the reason lol) it's just i want it to look as professionally done based on the sloppiness of the amateur whom is pretending to drive the car! - all kudos will be given out to those who help - as will some of the comments given to me throughout my stay here for both the book(s) and advertisement idea i have floating around inside my head. if anyone is curious or willing to volunteer to help- please don't hesitate to inbox me!

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for no fame nor any glory is what i do everything for.


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Drowning in a sea of regret as i attempt


to tell her it's okay i understand.


Slowly i unstrap my plans from the pages


i detailed them in, our honeymoon erased


forever, never to see the light


of day again, just a funeral for my desire.



Got a hankering to stand alone


forever, facing the oncoming


storm, the grey clouds god sends


to me, every day, after sunshine.



Littered now in the fragments


of a memorable summer memory.


Started off slow, like suicide.



The first few months I spent


what felt like eternity


trying hard not to have cried.



Then, as I felt I couldn't


take it any more, this hell


was too old, too long,


to cliche, I arrived back 1 comment


to my home town, this city


where i assumed I could be


a new person, start over.



Spent a week or two


planning how it will go


for me, in this new


found intention of living.



Then, instantly, it didn't matter.



Sitting alone on a bench just after


midnight, on a damp-cool evening night


I seen her stroll up from the darkness


and suddenly all the cramps


in my stomach about what this life


is about vanished, as if she was peptobismol.



I stood up, like a bride was walking down the aisle


just to embrace her in a hug of compassion


that I tried to hide, not to give in, to inform


her instantly that I would do anything


for her, kill anyone, including angels.



Her touch is something I can never forget


despite how much I try, how much i try.



Late nights aren't filled with regret


any more, no they are not any longer


repeats of the days that came before.


to be by her side for even just an evening


was to much to bare, to imagine


yet, it past my biggest expectations.



The next day she called, and


said what a great time she had had


and my heart felt as if it burst.



It was clear, I was dead.


this was to unreal, to good 2 comments


to be true- yup, I knew it


I was a corpse, in heaven.



Where I get to see her angelic


smile every day, in repeat.



Then as I got used to the thought


it was ripped from my finger tips


like a dream vanishing in the early am.


Sweat stained my skin as I tried to figure


it out, figure out what I did wrong this time.



Informed it isn't my fault


but I can't help but melt


like I'm drowning in the water


that once encompassed my heart


in such a tight frigid iceberg grip.



So now I try hard not to latch onto the details that engulfed me under


a spell, like an acid flash back consuming


me into a history-driven life time of amusing


antidotes that will constantly remind


me of those few days we didn't say good bye.



Every time I hear certain songs,


I know they'll be ruined


to me, stricken up something


I can't ever put down on paper.


Feelings I can't grasp,


as I try to figure out if I should


call and tell you the truth-


how much I wish forever could'a stayed


like that night we stood


hand in hand, staring at a moon


swearing it'll be easier this time.



These lies, I fall for so often


they may as well be a drug


and me, I may as well be sixteen


for I can't find the strength in me


to start to resist, to even


say no, it's enough, I'll find in me


a power that will assist in this


decision to awake each day


although my arms are once again bare


of her soft, silk like skin.?



And I fear for the day when


I awake and she is gone


completely from my life


forever, like she got tired


of listening to my rants


on how i cant do it


without her, in my dreams.


In my head, my pride


swallowed beyond


anything i ever knew,


that day she picked me


out of the crowd


saying, ya you,


you will do, I like you.


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