I don't know what to title this.

Something always baits me
to continue writing more
about the loss and loneliness
I have felt before.

The story is nothing new,
nothing you haven't seen,
but I'm still haunted daily
by all the people I've been.

I lack the motivation
to simply walk away,
but I'm a better person now
and there's no reason to stay.

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There is one thing I must confess,
I have found the perfect dress.
The skirt swings; it's A-line,
tea-length, and just sublime.
Perfection, yes, in lace and beads -
all this young girl wants and needs.
White organza and chiffon,
fake buttons hide a zip to stay on.
Casual and graceful, light and breezy;
a dress this perfect makes the decision easy.

The bridal shops here don't carry it -
I'll have to order and hope it fits.

Nothing

There is nothing left but misery,
nothing here to set me free.
The only thing that I can see
is the blackness that envelops me.

There is nothing I can write
to ease this aching mind.
The only thing that is in my heart
is the one that I call mine.
There is nothing but hopelessness,
little cause for joy.
The only thing still in my soul
are the demons I employ.

There is nothing in my thoughts tonight;
what use is there in prayer?
The only thing going right in me
is knowing someone cares.
There is nothing here that calms me,
nothing to soothe my soul.
The only thing I have in life
is someone to make me whole.

There is nothing but dissonance
in all of my musings.
The only thing that heartens me
is the life I am losing.
There is nothing much to save,
no hope, no soul, no heart.
The only thing that carries me
is the life I'm ready to start.

There is nothing for me
anywhere but here.
The only thing that might bring relief
is the one thing I do not dare.
There is nothing in my hand right now,
no glinting shard so bright.
The only thing I'm sure of
is knowing I'm doing right.

There is nothing left in my alone,
no cursings or breakings of bones.
The only thing I have of my own,
is someone who will take me home.

I can't write anything worthwhile.

xxx

Well-Received

My grandparents loved the sonnet. It just took them a while to get in touch. :) I am so happy they love it so much. They said it is proudly displayed in their living room.

I haven't been writing hardly at all. Nothing good is coming to me. Though I do have to start writing my wedding vows before long! Yay!

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Remember the love sonnet?  I was unable to be there, but a framed copy of the poem was given to my grandparents last Saturday at their 50th wedding anniversary party.  I haven't heard anything back from them.  I hope it was enjoyed, as it was a challenge to write.  :S

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lost inside this whirling wind
sickened by the scars within
pain springing from all things past
hauntings that will always last
desperate, craving relief
falling, constantly, to grief
lost inside this wicked mind
destitute, and out of rhyme