Mike Frawley
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.
Richard Bach

A Poet Dreams

dontcryitsonlymike:

Broken hearts
paper sails
comets crashing
vapor trails
shoot the moon
burn the sun
soliloquies spoken
to no one 
unto the end 
of the unknown
a poet dreams
forever alone

A Magic Place You Once Called Home

dontcryitsonlymike:

Yes once there was a place for which
your tired weary heart dearly longed
a world you came to your call home
somewhere you knew you belonged

A place overflowing with smiling faces
some of whom you even befriended
my how strange, everything changed
and it feels as if the magic has ended

You did your best and gave your all
now there seems nothing left to do
sometimes acceptance is the answer
painful though still you know it’s true

A magic place you once called home
to say it didn’t matter would be a lie
holding on through tears still hoping
yet knowing it’s time to say goodbye

The Finer Choice

mikefrawley:

Poets have written for many things
like remembrances and accolades
I’ve written of my love for you alone
and in that the finer choice was made

Valerie (I’m Sorry)

mikefrawley:

Valerie our days
are now long past
you cried more
yet I cried last

Sharing a bottle
with my tears
I remember still
those golden years

Cursing God
the universe
and fate
was it them
or was it that
I’m sorry came
far too often
and far too late

SH*T

That was supposed to be overflowing NOT overflying.  ;)  Don’t you hate it when spell checker can’t even help you because the screw up is a real word.  Off to fix it on the other blog.  Goodnight my friends, and yes I do…

Love you,
Mike <3

inkeddiaries replied to your post: The Finer Choice

Thank you Madi, and goodnight to all.  <3

The Finer Choice

Poets have written for many things
like remembrances and accolades
I’ve written of my love for you alone
and in that the finer choice was made

Valerie (I’m Sorry)

Valerie our days
are now long past
you cried more
yet I cried last

Sharing a bottle
with my tears
I remember still
those golden years

Cursing God
the universe
and fate
was it them
or was it that
I’m sorry came
far too often
and far too late

A Gypsy Life For Me?

lifeseverchangingmonotony:

Daydreaming of a life
To my perception rife
I’d happily succumb
To life as a vagabond
A gypsy traveller
Collector and gatherer
Settled by a stream
How simple a life it seems.

KM

I don’t need the full moon to feel you love my silver skin. I don’t need the stars to shine down on your body to make the fear pass. I don’t need the night sky to blind me to the truth. I don’t need you to pretend this will last.
I never learn lessons, so I’m writing my own textbook to teach me how to live. I’ve learned as much as I can from other people……now I’m teaching myself how to love.
giraffevader - I’m home-schooling from now on (via giraffevader)

moosic1212:

The
Shit
Piles
Up
From
Daily
Cuts
When
We
Fall
In
Ruts
It
Takes
Guts
And
Nuts
To
Pull
Yourself
Out
Of
Shutdown
Buts
Always
Asking
What
Is
Next
In
This
Heck
Of
A
World
That
Hurls
Your
Mind
For
A
Twirl
Just
Like
That
Girl
You
Knew
Back
Pearl

I wait for your messages at night. I used to wait for those messages during the day, but those stopped arriving a long time ago. It took two years for me to not expect them.

Not just one night. It’s night after night. These thirty seven nights have felt like an eternity for someone to simply wait. Yes, I have been counting.

I still message and stare; awaiting a reply. None have arrived thus far. And, I wait.

As a reader, I know what is going through your mind; what a poor soul, blinded by desperation and unable to comprehend when he isn’t wanted; a natural progression, or deterioration of sorts.

It’s not the waiting. It’s not the late nights and blank stares. It’s more. It’s the desire to hold close what you cannot. In the absence of replies, the conversations we would have are now imagined.

It’s more than waiting. I have the same conversations we would have, just on my own now.

Soon, night thirty eight shall be upon us.

I shall wait.

Navin E. (still waiting)

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lifeseverchangingmonotony replied to your post: You Are The One

Beautiful :)

Thank you, and I really loved your gypsy poem earlier.  Have a wonderful day.  :)