Toxicity
My soul has left and with it,
The Albums and the Tags.
The memories put in boxes,
And thrown out in the trash.
Windows boarded,
curtains down,
paint chips fall onto the ground.
A weathered waste, at the end of town.
I pack up and I leave.
margo_lws@yahoo.com
08/20/2016 at 09:54
Dearest Christopher,
This was so poignant and beautiful. I think you should compile your poetry into a book. That is where your writing strength…putting your feelings into words that make me feel such intense emotions.
I am so proud to be your mother and will always hold you close in my heart and prayers. You are a son to be proud of and I am so glad God has allowed me to be your mama. Remember that I will always love you, mom xxooxxooxxooxxooxxooxxooxxooxxooxxooxxoooxxooxxooxxooxxooxxoo
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Surviving the Specter
08/20/2016 at 15:19
Thank you mama. That’s a really great idea. Thank you for your never ending support through my rough stuff and valleys. Without it I probably wouldn’t be alive. I love you XOXOXOXO
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morgueticiaatoms
08/19/2016 at 20:55
Suddenly have an urge to listen to System Of A Down.
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Surviving the Specter
08/19/2016 at 20:57
Somehow I knew you’d say that. I was trying to fit it in but it just didn’t work for the theme of the poem.
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