Cloud

I looked upon a black cloud. It did not go away.

I placed in it all my pain. Still it stayed.

Shining rays of sun. It did not care.

My black cloud waved. Like her black hair.

I tried to dance between the rain. My falling bits of pain.

Tried to forget her name, till it drove me insane.

Now all that’s left is this black cloud. Won’t you go away?

My hanging memory of emotion felt. Your exit here to stay.

-OM

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Week

Monday night.

Sunday’s some day in the future.

I rest upon a Tuesday as we booze our way to Wednesday.

A Friday to ponder upon a forgotten day.

What day was it anyway?

I wish upon a perfect Saturday.

Never ending latter day of hours missed.

Finally a day just to be a day.

What will I do with it?

-OM

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Sex

As part of me cries into your hand.

You make me want more,

you make me want more.

Let’s do it all again.

My fingers walk the fine line between you and I.

A circle of want, as we want what we want.

Can I feel inside?

I feel you now, a firm grip around me.

You can feel it too.

Let’s do it all again, you whisper softly.

As I make love to you.

-Opinionated Man

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Racism

A black and white world, that’s what they say.

I guess I’m the yellow in the middle next to that mayonnaise.

I don’t care what they say.

I’m just trying to play.

I just get nervous when I read verses and we’re all missing…

-OM

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Star fart

I saw a star. I saw a star.

From afar it looked like a star.

Holy shit. It is a car.

The lights to me, like a call.

Ten men… out of one car?

My luck has surely fallen far.

I look left. Just to the left.

A single star laughs from afar.

-OM

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Depression

I see and read the struggle everyday. Our struggles, through the posts, they become a canopy. A hanging remembrance of sadness felt. Overwhelming because it overshadows us, we cannot turn about.

Our path, a shared path, with memory stones. A stone for each soul that thought they were alone. We walk, a shared path, never knowing that we share the way. One way, one path, yet no one else feels this way we say.

I read about a fallen star today. Another star, someone else’s fall, but it feels the same. A stinging pain that stays like a stain. Look down, not up, we’ll be ok.

JCC

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