Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
As a child, Alexander Pope (born May 21, 1688) suffered from illnesses that stunted his growth and gave him persistent headaches. He didn’t let any of that stop him from becoming one of the greatest poets of his age.
Figures on Tombs
We sleep side by side
Like figures on tombs.
What is this?
Why do we go on?
We are wasting our time.
Our life is one of strangers.
As if we’re roommates
Who just reside together
You don’t know me
There is no “Us”.
The sad part is
There was never an “Us”
You desperately wanted
It’s been ten years
And you’re a man of no secrets.
I am a woman of one.
I yearn to be with him,
But God has answered a prayer
When he walked up those stairs
I knew he was gone to me forever.
But my being your friend
Is not enough.
We foolishly thought it would,
But I’m confining you
To a world of waiting,
And every night
I pretend to be asleep
So we don’t have to have
I’m content to be as if we’re
Figures on tombs.
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Just a Dream
I was running, panting, and out of breath.
I just couldn’t run anymore.
He was behind me right on my heels.
I had to get to the other side and quickly.
I came to the end and I saw three Doors.
I didn’t know which one was which.
I had to get away and get away fast.
It was eenie meenie miney mo on the go.
I chose the door on the right.
I don’t know why,
It just seemed like that was where I supposed to go.
I had this vibe,
Telling me that safety was beyond that door.
As I opened the door,
A strong wind was whipping around the other side
Trying to suck me in.
The wind wasn’t colorless
It was all different bright colors.
I knew immediate death was imminent
If I didn’t cross that threshold.
The man with the ax had caught up to me.
“Don’t go through that door, young lady.” he growled.
“All you have to do is submit to me,
And this here ax doesn’t have to become your new best friend.” he slyly said with a half grin on his face.
I froze just from his words.
I knew I had to make some sort of move.
I looked at his disheveled face
Then noticed the blood dripping from the ax.
With my hand on the knob,
I turned around and jumped
Into the whirling vortex of air
With my eyes closed.
I said a prayer knowing this was my end.
As the wind sucked me in,
I couldn’t breathe.
My whole body jerked like a seizure.
My eyes opened and I was back home in my bed,
Panting and sweating.
I looked at the clock to see the time.
It had only been 5 minutes since I fell asleep.
The clock displayed 2:17
If you turn that number upside down,
It looks like the name LIZ.
Elizabeth is my first name,
But everyone calls me Liz…
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