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Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG

INK

There’s ink bleeding into the water.
What was once clean and pure,
Is now poisoned with words,
Dripping off pages never read;
Made venomous by things never said.
Unreciprocated, unsent, made bitter by regret;
Can’t see the bottom; can’t see the end. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG

Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions

Heartfelt confession of crime so sinful,
God turns away in disgust.
Whose only victim: the criminal,
Would be better off if they never trust
Another enough to voice the words of guilt.
Words sure to be met with hatred built
On lies; despised because of natural inclination. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions

Misplaced Missives #115 – Candy Coated Cruelty – JG

All you give me is candy coated;
Wrapped in sweetness and sugar.
I savor the decadent flavor,
Horrible for me and horribly addicting.
Even wise to what it disguises –
I still crave it.
Foolishly, routinely, proudly display
The sugar rush you give me. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #115 – Candy Coated Cruelty – JG

Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG

I realized belatedly that I never said what my Misplaced Missives are, and I figure there’s no better time to explain than at the beginning. Thus, down below is the first – not the first written but the first rewritten into my private journal. These are the lost letters to the ones I’ve loved; letters I was never brave enough to send or letters there’s no longer anyone to send to. So thank you for reading these in the stead of those who never will. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG

Misplaced Missives #139 – Playing Cards – JG

 139. Playing Cards

Your honesty is only there when it suits you;
The attention I bet; the effort you neglect;
Their only reward is guilt and regret.
I suspect I’ll never win your heart or your trust,
And that my prize will be the hush
Left from unanswered questions and awkward silences. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #139 – Playing Cards – JG

Misplaced Missive #160 – Written In The Sand

 

I can’t read what isn’t written;
Can’t make sense of scribbles in the sand.
How can you proclaim the perfection of what you preach,
When the standards you set, are out of anyone’s reach?
Who are you, to think to teach,
When you yourself are in so much need?
When you yourself are so easily deceived? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #160 – Written In The Sand