The Writer's Journal

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    The Writer's Journal

    The Writers journal
    Alone no one here to see the hurt
    I guess you say he took it from me because I wore that low cut shirt
    His love hidden behind cartoon sheets
    His hands feeling my childhood away dreams
    My mouth is close with nails
    He told me to never tell
    She won’t believe me
    Doesn’t believe anything she see
    I guess you can call me the runner
    The writer’s journal
    Pressure my whole fucking life to be someone I’m not
    I don’t like football, basket ball or any of that other shit
    But my dad disowns a gay who does ballet
    The smiles that I wear are fake
    For Christ sake
    I love him unconditionally
    Why cant he do the same
    I can give you this story about me not caring im gonna be me
    But I cant so I turned it off
    Ha, I guess you can say my sexuality now has a lid
    With a wife and 3 kids
    Call me nocturnal
    The writer’s journal
    Happiness we all want and will step on anything or anyone no matter the cost
    Why do we see nothing but happiness as an outlet?
    And we pay the fee
    But I’m not blind I can damn well see
    I danced in the mirror
    Wishing I was on Broadway
    Somewhere with buildings and far away
    Dreamed of traveling the world
    And falling in love with …
    With
    You
    But I didn’t, I couldn’t
    I hope you forgive me
    I had to marry him
    It was for my own sake
    Selfish I guess
    But true
    Nothing change I still am deeply deeply in love with you
    I lay in a bed next to a men I barely know now
    His cold and business originated just like my father
    So I’m sitting here big house and money
    No children just this big house
    My life is a mistake
    I left you in Peru that summer
    I still remember
    How you smile in your sleep at thought of our dreams
    Then woke up and …
    I was gone
    No letter or a phone call
    Im fucking sorry .i never will forgive myself
    I swear ill leave him
    Only for happiness and that’s you
    Shit just writing this is making me more confused
    but this is only a journal
    and its only life
    RIGHT?
    I married  nocturnal and I guess you can call me the runner
    Our life is The Writers journal

    © 2009 Kimberly Smith

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    roselicious66 commented on The Writer's Journal

    01-20-2010

    this is a very good poem. sounds like a lot of what i been through

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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