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I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And comfortable gloom. But as I entered softly in I saw a woman there, The line of neck and cheek and chin, The darkness of her hair, The form of one I did not know Sitting in my chair. I stood a moment fierce and still, Watching her neck and hair. I made a step to her; and saw That there was no one there. It was some trick of the firelight That made me see her there. It was a chance of shade and light And the cushion in the chair. Oh, all you happy over the earth, That night, how could I sleep? I lay and watched the lonely gloom; And watched the moonlight creep From wall to basin, round the room. All night I could not sleep.
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New
The Empty Space
World full of people, but none like you. Your space never filled. Him, family, friends, searching every corner i could. Foolish of me to believe, i'd find a love like yours. Never valued you when you were here, and now as every day passes the pain just keeps building up. Did stupid things to feel better, but only made it worse. They say "you will forget as time passes" but only we know how it really feels. Hating shopping because its always a mother and daughter thing. Realizing everyday how it would all be better with you here. Neither would he have suffered nor would I. Its empty, the house is empty. So is the heart and mind. Not knowing what to do and how to live, we still manage to push ourselves day and night.
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Yesterday
The Moon Isn’t So Lonely
When someone looks up and admires The majestic beauty that often gets ignored Because of its dull and sometimes crimson light They can see a light that opens Up a door for more and more To be revealed and to be loved One has to be noticed But then of course How is it that one can be noticed When lights have been dimmed around them It's the inside of one's own struggling heart That screams like all the rest For some sort of recognition And my what a treasure its glorious light can be If a body only takes some time To love the moon night by night And see its beauty in the eyes of eternity
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Last week
Classic
Lizzie and the Baby
I wonder ef all wimmin air Like Lizzie is when we go out To theatres an’ concerts where Is things the papers talk about. Do other wimmin fret an’ stew Like they wuz bein’ crucified-- Frettin’ show or concert through, With wonderin’ ef the baby cried? Now Lizzie knows that gran’ma’s there To see that everything is right, Yet Lizzie thinks that gran’ma’s care Ain’t good enuff f’r baby, quite; Yet what am I to answer when She kind uv fidgets at my side, An’ asks me every now and then: “I wonder if the baby cried?” Seems like she seen two little eyes A-pinin’ f’r their mother’s smile-- Seems like she heern the pleadin’ cries Uv one she thinks uv all the while; An’ so she’s sorry that she come, An’ though she allus tries to hide The truth, she’d ruther stay to hum Than wonder ef the baby cried. Yes, wimmin folks is all alike-- By Lizzie you kin jedge the rest; There never wuz a little tyke, But that his mother loved him best. And nex’ to bein’ what I be-- The husband uv my gentle bride-- I’d wisht I wuz that croodlin’ wee, With Lizzie wonderin’ ef I cried.
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Dead soul
A can is cherished while full, then cast aside when empty. Sleepless, you adore her yet she leaves. No sweetness can fill a heart that isn't yours. Even her kindest words sound ordinary as a friend. An angel returns to haunt your dreams. You wish you'd never met her, yet your heart still answers. When love is not meant to be, patience cuts deeper than steel. A fallen soldier still loving her, with no way to turn back.
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The price of survival
The city feels colder when the pocket is empty, while wealth makes even winter feel warm. Sometimes the price of your perfume is another man's meal for a week. Empty pockets can depress a man with a mountain of plans but no first step. One meal cannot make a man secure; it only teaches him to hunger for the next. Those who kneel may one day lead, but genius means little when no one follows. And remember where you stand— for every place has a substitute.
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Me On a Rainy Day
Comfortable and slow I walk in the flooding downpour Look up into the sky and wave a little “hi” Then let it look down on me And wash away what sadness is left in me So that the brokenness and shame all falls silently away And all that’s left is the rain that stays To reveal a raw and dim light ME
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Classic
Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been--a most familiar bird-- Taught me my alphabet to say-- To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child--with a most knowing eye. Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky. And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings-- That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away--forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.
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