ANY EXCUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Any Excuse

to write

a poem

is a good one

Isn’t it?

The Forgotten One…

Painted by me

“I feel my heart ache, but I’ve forgotten what that feeling means”

                            – Chuck Palahniuk

Tears roll down like flowers from her eyes

She must have been through a lot

What looks like bunch of flowers to you

That might be all she got…

The Memory Lane…

“I wish we could choose which memories to remember and which to forget”

Deep inside my heart I was waiting for this day

State of Confusion

 

“One of the hardest decisions in life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder…”

Pain is what thrives in my veins

Love is what keeps me alive

You may betray me many times

I will love you all my life

Make Me Believe

It is astonishment only that holds me;
you brandished your weakness, and tried to slay me,
and now you are bent in your knees.

The “A” Word

You wore a scarlet letter
At first I could not see

BEING ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

being me
is hurting you
it’s sad to say
but still it’s true 

Shattered

Shattered

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Shattered

Like glass and cut

THE HEALER

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

 

time will slowly

heal the hurt

and help you move along

Text Sex

You kiss me good morning each day
Before you go to work
My forehead thanks you

THE HURT

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

the hurt
in my heart
has ended 

Wall

When I was sick and in such pain,
You hurt me over and again.
You had to have your daily thrill,
Came into me against my will.

I SHALL BE SILENT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If the words
that You read
by my hand
hurt You

I shall lay down my pen
and not write
for I never
ever want to hurt
the heart of My Friend

If the words
that I said
cut You 

MAKING THE HURT STOP

By Charles Robert Lindholm

a drug

changes the feeling

ends the pain

makes the hurting stop

 

you

changed my world

Last Gate

I know that I forgot to love you.
I know that I forgot to sew back on the sleeve.
I know that the arm that is now bare, and bears the marks,
forgot to extend, grasp, and lift he.

I am aware that I was born.
I am aware I am less than what was allotted to me.
I am aware that I caused great harm,
that I never granted explanation to she.

ANY EXCUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Any Excuse

to write

a poem

is a good one

Isn’t it?

A BEAUTIFUL SCAR

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm

You left a beautiful scar
here on my heart
a lifetime reminder
why we’re apart

THE NIGHT CRIED

-Memories of the Past-
By Charles Robert Lindholm

And the night cried
With a shower of tears
In torrents
When it learned
The truth about you
That you were leaving

Drome

Again, we collide, double minded with dueling heartbeats,
Strumming lungs stricken and tightened in a sharp heave,
Lacing legs together to drive out frosty winters, cruel lovers,
Parents that pulled at our arms and swam about us like bees,

Sharp Tongue

Compacted neatly into bite-sized balled needles,
my internal epidemics huck out.

They vomit forward:
as adjectives as nouns as verbs as plurals;
damnable daggering hounds stretching necks
far ahead to snap maws
tight around unsuspecting jugulars.

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There’s many things
I thought would never
Change,
From the first shock
To the latest disappointment,

Trauma

She releases a shiver,
A sight unclean.

She runs
For the headland, willing to toss herself
To gods.

Gain to Loose

If you could make a wish

what would it be?

~ Self Preservation ~Haiku

 

Hurt builds a fortress
A stout wall of woefulness
The heart cries alone

O’Prunty
1/29/15

~ Today, I’ll Be Free ~

~ Today, I’ll Be Free ~

Today, I’ll be free
Toss these bags of garbage
In a pit of possibility

These barrels of tears
In a river of revival
Watch as they rush to the sea

i forgot that you will hurt me

But you are
my unwithering shadow
-a ladder I can climb
like a beanstalk to rest
the soles of my feet.
If only I could touch
yours.

Lost Justice

It’s not the criminals behind bars who are ones enemy.