Barely There

Barely There Poems

Sunday:
I hate you.

Monday:
...

Note to HIM:

I suffer still
from childish choices made.
...

Listen real close and I’ll tell what I done seen.
I seed them that would be free
running past Canal and Bourbon Street
...

4.

My eyes won't drift up.
You have a splash of mud on the tip
...

We speak in the languages of shooting stars,
full moon skies,
...

I imagine that maybe this was once something
that was strong enough to endure
...

i breathe u

u, on the other hand,
find sustenance among the dead
...

Barely There Biography

Educator sitting here with a broken heart over the world and how love so quickly fades because of selfishness.)

The Best Poem Of Barely There

One Week

Sunday:
I hate you.

Monday:
I’m sorry.
Bye.

Tuesday:
Where are you at?
I sit here waiting for any crumbs of love to fall from your table.
The air is cool against my feverish skin.
You aren’t coming back are you?
Suddenly, I feel very cold.

Wednesday:
This solitude is so complete.
I have depleted all my food stocks.
The molded cheese you left looks good.
Maybe I’ll die from a rare fungus.

Thursday:
Maybe I’ll just die.

Friday:
1 pill
2 pills
3 pills
4
See, Love, I’ll take
5 more.

Saturday:
Maybe it was 15 more.
There you sit with hair askew, beard way past 5.
You’re wearing our pain again.
You ask, “How long can we continue this? ”
I smile sardonically.
“I have 2 more refills on my pills.”

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