The Silence Of It
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You fight with words.

I fight with silence.
No, not the silent treatment,

Cold.

Deafening.

Soul wrenching,

Silence.

The silence that haunts you in between each of your thoughts.

The silence that haunts you in your sleep.

The silence you feel when your sweet words sing to another.

The silence you feel when your lips touch theirs.

The chill of silence you feel when you fuck her.

I won't chase.

I won't argue

I won't plead.

I won't beg.

Silence.

Feel it.

Hear it.

Taste it.

Drown in it.

Silence.

When It Breaks
                           
When it breaks.....
That bond that was.
Was...is....was...is...?
Fuck!!!
I cant stand this.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I will survive...right?
Right!
In order to ensure my survival,
I must despise you.
In my mind turn you into a monster.
I have to find every part of you that isn't right.
Every part that is bad, cruel, wrong,
Every part that I don't like.
Easy.
Right?
Usually yes.
With you....
There are not "all" the things.
There is only one.
FUCK!
One is not enough.
So,
I die.

My fantasy; My nightmare. A Lingering Fantasy
                           
I want to travel to where the sunsets are stunning,
To where the moon is big, bold, beautiful,
Where the stars are bright and abundant.
I want to go where you are real again.
Where we ARE again.

Awakenings

He found her in the depths of darkness.

Her heart covered in ice.

Her soul turning to stone.

He reaches in taking her trembling hand.

He pulls her from the suffocating muck.

She clings tightly to his chest as she gasps for air, expelling the soot of despair from her lungs.

She looks up at him her innocent gaze thanking him.

Her bright gray eyes pleading with him to never let her go.

He holds her close.

His protective instinct strong and loud.

He whispers sweet things in her ear.

His words guiding her back to her inner light.

The stone crumbles the ice melts.

A glow bursts from her heart.

A sweet unwavering smile consumes her tender lips.

And in that moment she became his. 

Bridge to nowhere

Not long ago I had finally accepted my fate. Learned to be just be the temporary girl until the something better for them came along. The option, the 3a.m. boredom solution, the dirty little secret. The expendable one. The girl never quite good enough to keep. The secondary.

I resigned myself to the fact that i was merely a stepping stone. The bridge. The person that built them up , helping them grow, evolve and heal.
Until the something better came along.

A bridge from their now to their future right & permanent

It was a long depressing journey to learn to live with such a fate. It was difficult to learn to be content with my purpose. But with most things I found a way.

So, I forged on, keeping a low profile, making sure to get attached to no one. When anyone dared try, i went ghost. It was a fool proof plan.

Then he appeared.

He assured me I was no bridge.
He pulled me from my darkness.
He reignited my inner light.

He showed me how love is supposed to feel.

He showed me what it was like to be a priority, adored, sought after and desired. To be the only one.

He showed me how it felt to be someone's somebody, not just someone's anybody.

He guided me down the path of embracing my self & loving myself.
The ice running through my veins melting.
The stone around my heart crumbling.

I was becoming me again.
I was becoming more than just me.
I was becoming the me I was meant to be.

The darkness lifted.
I walked completely out of my safety box.

He helped empower me.
He gave me strength and encouragement to take back my life.

I smiled, I laughed, I loved, I created.

I no longer felt a deep seeded loathing for having to exist.
I had a new passion for life.

I completely forgot that I was nothing more than an option for people, An afterthought, their dirty little secret.

I let my guard down, not a single defense or protection up.

I let go of the notion about my curse of being the bridge.

And then she appeared.

Stupid, Silly naive me.

Sorry not Sorry

I'm not sorry my breast are not firm and perky.
They have fed two children.

I'm not sorry that I have these stretch marks.
I've carried two lives inside of me.

I'm not sorry I have this cellulite.
All women have it somewhere at some point.

I'm not sorry my skin isn't tight.
I've had significant weight loss.

I'm not sorry I have a few wrinkles and fine lines.
All the best grandmother's have them.

I'm not sorry my skin is scared.
It means I've survived surgery, Illness, beatings, stabbings, and bullets.

I am sorry that you are so simple minded and judgemental to be bothered by such trivial things.

I'm sorry that you don't contain the skills or depth to really get to know me.

It's sad really for there are great and magical things below my surface.

Nonetheless I will not think ill of you. I wish you love, satisfaction and joy always.

Loss For Words


She may not have the skills to flatter you with poetic prose.

But, she can do something equally beautiful.

Maybe something even more memorable.

She can mesmerize you with her sensuality

Electrify you with her touch.

Seduce you with her eyes.

Melt you to your core with her lips.

And entice your manhood with her submission

So keep your words

Her poetic prose flows through her fingertips

Leaving you bewildered at her will

Lost in her love

And completely bewitched.

Together

Together,
They dined
They talked
They laughed

Together,
They teased
They touched
They tasted
They explored

Together
They played
They adored
They slept

Together,
They healed.

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So I Cry

As the rain falls upon my head
I’m reminded of you.
I can see your face
I can smell your hair.
There’s nothing I can do about it and so I cry.

I can’t move
Letting the rain hide my tears.
Why did you leave?
Why did you go?
I know I can never have you back and so I cry.

The rain is so cold
But it does not help to numb the pain.
I stand here soak and wet
The rain stays, it won’t go away.
You loved the rain, and so I cry.

Another year has gone by.
I return back to this place.
I lay down your flowers
I kiss your headstone and turn to leave.
“I miss you my love,” and so I cry.

- Max M. Power

So I Cry

As the rain falls upon my head
I’m reminded of you.
I can see your face
I can smell your hair.
There’s nothing I can do about it and so I cry.

I can’t move
Letting the rain hide my tears.
Why did you leave?
Why did you go?
I know I can never have you back and so I cry.

The rain is so cold
But it does not help to numb the pain.
I stand here soak and wet
The rain stays, it won’t go away.
You loved the rain, and so I cry.

Another year has gone by.
I return back to this place.
I lay down your flowers
I kiss your headstone and turn to leave.
“I miss you my love,” and so I cry.

- Max M. Power
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