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Change of Heart

Mistakes can be made...

Change of heart the next morning No shock just surprise Feeling that dull pain The sun's slow rise   Words that were uttered Dampened red eyes Always remembered Quietly sighs   A shrug of the shoulders Smiling once more Feelings real A bit hollow sure   Happiness surrounds me Smiles softly not a care Warm love still engulfing Yet a chill in the air   Things secretly whispered Smile remains on my face “A hasty mistake” Sin...

Ramblings of a Madman by kscorn080 (pete)

Elders must stay on the sidewalk, leave those kids alone.

Ramblings of a Madman by kscorn080 (pete) I took a walk one fine fall day Stopped for a bit, to watch some kids at play They were playing a game called tackle the man All were piled onto a kid named Dan I kinda felt sorry for the little guy Cause he had got smeared and had mud in his eye He had a scraped place on the side of his head A huge hole torn in his shirt of red I started to go and give him some aid And for that m...

There was kid who always hid From his parent's furious yells He stayed at places where he knew no faces And his alarm clock was the bells. His name was short and gave him a fort From the troubles day to day When children teased he always thanked and pleased Never knowing what else to say. His hair was brown and he had a frown  From the worries he had to commence His eyes were blue – a beautiful hue And were his only defen...

I can jump from one mistake to another, If you agree to be with me in all doldrums. Being correct is all mechanical, Clothes are never as good as bare bodies. I love to see my errors play with my incoming days, Turn me upside down, bully me to uncertainties. You know how Noah's arc survived the Flood. Clothes are never as good as bare bodies. If you agree to be with me, We can go for another deluge.

The Lonely Woman

Her cheating husband

How lonely she looked, that woman with her children. I saw her, having dinner with her three children. She was there, alone with her children, drinking wine. Where was her husband? How sad she looked. Drinking alone. Nothing is sadder than someone drinking alone. As I sat, with my husband, I watched her. There was sadness in her eyes. What had happened to her? A wedding ring on her finger indicated that she was married, b...