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One day, it will all work out for the best.

One day, karma will come.

One day, destiny will find you.

One day, it will be easy, one day it will be hard,

One day it all happened-as it should.

One day we will be together, one day apart,

One day we see eye to eye, one day we disagree

One day, or today, you say, we will,

One day, it may take longer to get there,

One day, I looked, as of

Today, it took

One week (will) to say no more.

To blend in and get the right shade of Hope

moving past

One and blending together for more. 




Painting by Imre Ámos, 1939 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Visit with a vampire

Open and wide, not quite terrified,

cobalt and steel too delicate to coin those piercing eyes.

She knows secrets-not yours of course.

She feels fear-for someone.

It seems the light falls softer after all these years,

or forgiveness just called up from the understudy.

These days, I find myself liking the girl with the smallest lips,

more and more,

precise instead of narrow, these days

she has changed, but those wisps of lips remain

barely red and sealed.

Most days she irritates me-lividly.

Those same two snapped purse lips in pink

never bold enough to communicate, much less 

accentuate or attract attention, pathetic and meek.

All of the time I am reminded they are enough

to say too much, and though never again,

I say again, and again I will pause-at my reflection. 

Photo By Unknown (Life time)-First Selfie? 
The original uploader was Tsukiakari at English Wikipedia. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

You again

Why would you be
looking here
when you should be
looking
somewhere else

There you go again
anywhere
but furthermore
and curiosity does not
have nine chances
to land on a point
where you find
yourself
here
again

Still
stop wasting another line
It will always be here
nevermore
than at its worst
a waste of-
a treasure of-
private epiphany
helium to some.

Anyway, today is the day
you stop.
And now
it is an insult
to see you watching these words
fly away-
don't check-
yet-
they lie
unrecognizable by eyes
other than yours

How you can see
not all the words are empty-
but half full-
of themselves,
it is beyond further explanation.
You know what I would say.




Image By Internet Archive Book Images, described as Life of James McNeill [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.