RealTalk Poetry • The Pain Of “Never Again”

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I never gave some things much thought.

Like the way in Cops & Robbers –
only one of them gets caught.

And I never thought,
what is the poor?”

Why do some have less,
while others have more?

Why does 1/2 the world need food to eat,
while the other 1/2 hates the idea of wheat.

Or,

how money should be such an obtainable thing.
Yet we chase it
single-minded –
with dreams of the joy, it will bring.

And I never saw the way we cry.
Or the way we miss our loved ones’ lives,
but grief is real and SO insane.
I’ve learned the pain of,
never again.”

And I never knew of the word, “debt”.
How 1 could live owing –
what they’ve already spent.

But that 4 letter word –
how it clings to our names.

It makes us go mad.
Hang our heads out of shame.

So,

if we’re speaking with truth,
and we’re speaking with candor,

why do we live

– with no trust –

of what is fact and
what’s slander?

We’re confused and we’re haunted,
for things left overlooked.

We’re constantly judged for things we may have mistook.

Who knows what the truth is –
though there is only one.

You must give some more thought,
to the things you’ve been taught.


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Understanding Life • We Should Know Better

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“There’s no reason to accept love, with no intention to love back.”

I wasn’t ready to love you when I met you. There wasn’t anything you could’ve said or anything you could’ve done. You gave me chances to have you.

There wasn’t anything you could’ve said or anything you could’ve done. You gave me chances to have you. Opportunities to miss you. Nights alone looking at my bed without you there. You gave me time to decide.

You gave me time to open my arms – but I didn’t. I couldn’t. We were lost. Our chance was missed. Our hands untied. If timing is everything than time worked against us and too often I look at the door and hope you’ll walk in, so we can meet again.

Sometimes it’s easier to miss someone than it is to love them.

To close the door instead of let them in. The idea of how things could be substitutes the effort of actually making them happen. In the end, people cross paths to teach each other lessons. To change each other. To simply show a different path.

If we refuse to give our time to someone so willing to accept it, it means they have taught us all we need, and we have to be fair in releasing their hand, and watching them go. For – we should know better than to mess with heartache.

We should know there’s no convenience to limbo. To the back burner. To ”

To the back burner. To “I might miss you if you leave.” We should know there’s no reason to accept love, with no intention to love back.


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RealTalk Poetry • Dealt My Hand

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My life has been flawed
and my life has been hard.

I got dealt my hand
and I played the wrong card.

I got dealt my options
and mistook them as hard.

But, my mistakes made me strong.
My mistakes made me smart.

My mistakes left me pain,
with a hole in my heart.

So, please give me time
and I’ll tell you it all.

Then maybe you’ll see
why I’ve put up this wall.


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Understanding Life • We Are Everyone

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“We’re the adults who found out that kisses don’t end in carriage rides.”

We’re the comedians that write jokes and the writers that sing tunes.

The accountants that add numbers and the firefighters that face flames. We’re the doctors who live to diagnosis and the employees that dread folding clothes. We’re the criminals that lurk in the night and the dealers that dream of big dollars. We’re the children who found out that Santa’s simply a thought and the adults who found out that kisses don’t end in carriage rides.

We wear our clothes until they’re riddled with holes and sulk above a garbage when it’s time to say goodbye. Vintage a shirt we misplaced from the 90’s. Our workday is good when a co-worker brings doughnuts and our kids live in shame if they’re named after a fruit.

Our Beamers look like Hondas. We have mortgages – not handbags. We can’t claim fame off a DUI arrest, and our haircuts don’t make headlines.

We are not movie stars. We are not society’s fixation. We are, “can I get another pack of ketchup?” We are, “am I rich yet?” We are 5 pm in rush hour.

We are two-hour waiting rooms. We are too many people. Too few people. Too much change. Too much routine. We are wide-awake at 4 a.m.

You and I, we are everyone.


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RealTalk Poetry • Forever Mine

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I couldn’t give you everything,
’cause then I’d be without.

I’d hate to give you all I have
and be left with only doubt.

So let me give out what I want,
and do it over time.

Let me see what I don’t need,
and what’s forever mine.


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