Has a time machine
She never talks about.
It holds a bit of magic
She cannot live without.
She hides it in her living room
Where everyone can see.
It's just a silly looking chair
That shares an oddish history.
It is not all that attractive,
It's patchwork has all been spent.
It never talks, and never tells
Exactly where it went.
But, when Mrs. Witherspoon feels nostalgic,
When she hears that gentle call of time,
She will fire up her time machine
And it will whisper oh, so kind -
And she'll drink in all the wonder
As the days slowly unwind.
The first stop is her Wedding Day,
Where she'll maybe shed a tear.
As she spies the groom she married,
And wish he were still here.
She might linger in the shades of time
To see him hold their newborn son.
And she'll drink in every moments rhyme
And dot each tear drop one by one.
She'd follow him, recalling all
The joys he'd brought her life.
Never once regretting she had been
A painter's wife.
And there, she'd feel the pull of something
And she'd wander down the way,
And smile in wide-eyed wonder
As she watched her children play.
And there she was, beside them,
Younger than she is today.
Not so bent and weathered,
Her hair not so thin and gray.
"They were so young," she'd whisper,
As their laughter filled the air,
As the children jumped and ran and played
Sweet as an Autumn prayer.
They'd climb that moss-covered cottonwood
Just because they knew they could,
And watch the blue jays flit and play
Before the evening claimed their day.
Mrs Witherspoon would dry her tears,
As rainbows crossed her sky.
She gently folded in her hands
As time whistled on by.
She could almost hear the music
As the day sang to the night,
And she fell within the ribbons
Of times ever-budding light.
And when the stardust caught the breeze
And Mrs Witherspoon peered
Into the yellows, reds and grays
That oh, so gently cleared,
She saw her own sweet Mother,
And her Papa near a fire
In the dark and deep of winters cold,
And ready to retire.
She reached her hand into the light -
Where Papa tapped the fire bright,
To kindle every ember there
Into a fire warm and fair.
She'd remembered he was handsome,
Before the mines had claimed their toll,
Before the black lung nipped at him
Raw as aged steel wool.
And there she had to smile,
As she heard her Papa sing,
Something from her childhood,
And sweet as early spring.
She'd touch the gently falling snow,
And watch it dust the walnut trees
Feel it's winding, wild cold
Play within the winter breeze.
And Mrs. Witherspoon would take a leaf
That nature sent her way,
Frosted still with winters touch
From February's soiree.
And that's when the winds of time would call
In their shades of then and now,
They'd tap, tap, tap "remember me,"
Along her nodding brow.
And she'd feel the pulling neverwind
Toss ribbons through her sky,
And call her back into the when
And how and where and why.
And Mrs. Witherspoon,
In her most peaceful way
Would breathe in
The wonder of the day,
And feel the quiet of her home,
That place where gentle
And she would share
A smile, joyfully,
And knowing well
The best was yet to be...
Copyright © MMX Richard D. Remler
I've never said
These words before.
They've lingered 'round.
They've crossed this
Wild velvet air
They've raced through
And I have
I am a prisoner
My heart can't
I've no excuse.
No lofty speeches,
At least to me.
With you, I'm who I
Want to be...
You are the calm
Within my soul,
And warm this
Lonely lump of coal.
And every now
And after while,
You share with me
The sweetest smile,
And like the starshine
I am lost,
Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler
Hey little fighter
Why dont you put away the lighter
Put down the razor blades, roll up youre sleeves
Yes you are still beautiful to me
I know the bruises are starting to fade
but they never really go away
Baby girl please stop throwing up
And understnad why i need you too pee in a cup
Whenever you feel so empty inside
And maybe even feel like you might wanna die
Just know that i love you and im here for you
Yes baby i know, you love me too.
Please little fighter put down the knife
I'm sorry i made you wanna end you're life
I understand that you're mad at me
But please dont go into the bright light that you see
The ambulence is on it's way
It's okay little fighter im here to stay
When I met you I asked if we could be friends
And you told me
"I only collect lost things."
I said I was lost se you took me in;
In to your arms and on to your skin.
I was no longer lost, you were my home.
Because of your love I was no longer alone.
I found refuge in your wings
So you threw me away
And you told me
"I only collect lost things."
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Everything in my life was so
secure and now you went
and fucked that all up for me.
I was sober and doing fine
Now you drive me to spark up,
To drink up,
Drowwwwwn my sorrows.
You surfaced all of the evil in the world
To my attention.
You made me see the worst in everyone
And I hate you for it.
You say I'm the best thing that's ever happened you
And that I lifted you up
When you needed it most
And what did you do for me?
Try to drag me down to your level.
I can't even comprehend
It's all beyond belief for me
I cant understand how someone like you
That I fell for
Could turn out so stupid
But I knew it from the start
And I ignored it
Because everyone said we were cute together
But they were wrong
Because our personalities clashed like no others.
You're terrible you're awful
And I could never tell this to your face because
I can't hurt you like that,
I can't stoop down to that level
But I've never felt more of a need to Drag you back down
After all I did to bring you up.
You wasted it you wasted me
I'm never coming back.
That's the worst mistake you've made,
You swapped a dime for two pennies
Maybe more than two pennies
Maybe a handful for poor girls
Didn't even know.
They didn't even know
Because you're evil you didn't tell the poor girls.
Oh fuck you
I wish all the harm in the world
Upon you how could you
How dare you
Oh fuck you.
Now it's midnight and I still can't sleep
It's lunchtime and I still can't eat
Skipped breakfast, left my lunch in the brown paper bag
Never touched, never craved
Because you've still got me
Sick slimy grime
You're pollution, you're cancer
You're cigarettes to my lungs
In the moment I didn't care much
I thought I could brush it off
I didn't even like you much
Why is this feeling so fucking intoxicating
Save me from this
This carcinogenic darkness
That you've inflicted upon me
How can you not be capable
Thinking of life with meaning
You are so shallow
I'll never understand
The long, thin fingers
comb my brain
and bring up
pictures from the past.
Some doubt still lingers,
as I look back
on a love
I thought would last.
Standing on the edge of love,
I'm wondering where to go?
I hope love's door is still unlocked,
but really, I don't know.
Behind each blow,
Behind the mean words,
is a hurting heart.
Beyond the blood shot eyes,
is a mind clouded by unhappiness.
Each sleepless night,
has a deeper meaning.
The anger comes,
from a place of love.
The slamming door,
is only because there was care at one point.
I look at you, breathe your air, feel my fear escape my body,
brown, yellow, purple brusing, disappearing inside myself,
learning love, leaning closer, whisper in my ear,
teach me to feel, teach me passion,
keep me close, let me be yours.
Romanticize violence, begging, pleading, love,
Drowning in happiness, living on tears
Keeping you close, keeping you near
Catch my breath, held too long
Kiss me deeply, hold me strong
I love laughing
about the shit we say
when we love someone.
The times she said
outweigh all the times
you said you loved her
I love reminiscing
about the shit we do
when we love someone.
Tear ourselves apart with
shards of glass,
forget how to breathe,
throw ourselves off cliffs,
sew ourselves back together
too many times
But honestly I’m
We’re feeding ourselves
on halfhearted compliments
and broken vases
and I stand here and watch
as she breaks down.
And the shit we do
when we love someone
can only be buried
behind whispers and window glass
and desperate hopes
because she can’t hide behind you anymore.
She has to face herself.