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24 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: emotions, fake, lies, love, truth
Don’t say you love me
if it isn’t true
or that you’re my friend
then stab me in the back
Don’t say you care
when your actions lie
and every word you speak
is only hollowly false
Don’t make nice to my face
then talk about me in whispers
or pretend for others
but I know the truth
Don’t waste my time with the petty
drama that takes up every day
I’m too strong for you
and I won’t live that way
23 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: drama, self-centered, selfish
Everything that happens
anything that’s done
all that the world is
you make it all about you
Anyone else’s troubles
other people’s success
whatever drama surfaces
you make it all about you
Plans that get made
conversations ongoing
friends, family, work
you make it all about you
My trouble, my successes
my world, my friends
my plans, my life
believe it’s not all about you
22 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: dreams, emotions, loss, questions
Always in my dreams
reminder of the past
seems so real even now
why
Waking me from sleep
feeling out of sorts
not understanding
why
Sometimes even when awake
creeping in around the edges
a shadow and a dream
why
Unable to forget
always coming back
still here
why
21 Apr 2013 2 Comments
in April 2013, poetry Tags: alone, emotions, invisible
Here but they don’t see
look right through
but not at me
and yet I am here still
Too busy too self involved
to see anyone outside of them
those who hurt those who need
never knowing I am here
Invisible I stand so close
enough to feel them breathe
yet they see me not
as we stand side by side
Here I am
yet I am invisible
they do not see
and soon I will be gone
20 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: fear, fright, terror, truth
The things that scare us most
are those that are real
those that could actually happen
those that truly exist
Not zombies or aliens
or giant robots or vampires
it is bombs in backpacks
poison gas or powder
Someone who is angry
deluded or just plain crazy
unpredictable and right next door
these are what true terror is for
At school or church or right in the street
it could be anyone you meet
things that could truly be real
these are what terror looks like
The unknown of your neighbor
perhaps someone you see everyday
this is where it lies
true terror is this way
19 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: emotions, feelings, life, power
Only you can make you feel less than
what others think is not important
or what they say or do
how you feel is up to you
Let them think let them speak
let them show their immaturity
what you are what you feel
is contained within yourself
So they think you are less
they think they are more
realize that your power
lies inside of you alone
No one can make you feel anything
unless you give them the power to do so
only you can turn over that power
only you can make yourself less
18 Apr 2013 9 Comments
in April 2013, poetry Tags: pocket poem, poem, poetry, sharing
There’s a poem in my pocket
it’s just waiting there
written on a scrap of paper
a poem still to share
Not very long
and yet the words still speak
sometimes I take it out
just to have a peek
Written and saved
it’s crumpled and worn
but this is how
great poems are often born
In my pocket it waits
until someone comes along
to share it with again and again
in the universe belong
17 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: emotions, happy, life, love
Once there was only a part
a piece of a life
convinced it was all there was
drifting alone
Believing it was fine
to be this way forever
just a deceit
because it was never true
A part, a piece nothing more
a life half lived
searching trying to find
something, someone
Found and now together
one part you one part me
knowing this forever
one plus one makes a whole
16 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: death, destruction, evil, pain, truth
If you would call me
by my right name
perhaps I wouldn’t
hurt so many
If you would recognize me
for what I am
perhaps you could
make me less
If you would see the real me
instead of making up
politically correct words to cover my sins
perhaps the light would harm me
If you would say to me
every time someone dies by my hand
the truth of who I am
perhaps i would retreat
My destruction and death have a name
it’s not tragedy or terrorism or unknown assailants
you know my name and perhaps you should say it
Evil
15 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in April 2013, poetry Tags: takers, unkind, users, wrong
All some people do is take
give is not a word they know
always wanting more from you
time to just say no
It’s all about them
all the time every day
never thinking of others
wrong in every way
Unforgiving and unkind
their heart must be black
in truth it is
true love they lack
Take and want and take some more
just selfishness you know
it’s time to take a stand
time to just say no
Deborah Horton Writing 