Down the Drain 8/24

Down the Drain

Water dripping down the drain
similar to the thoughts in my brain
enough to drive
a sequential man
insane.

Enough to give up
not enough to stop trying
never going to recover it seems
got sick of crying..

the thought
of being with him
is hypnotizing
being apart
is agonizing.

sliding into the end
never going to pretend
for myself i need to fend.
i was flexible for you
i learned to bend.

I don't want it to be over
my glass half full
is tipped over..
empty
used to be filled with color
now left to a dull plain.

Water dripping down the drain
similar to the thoughts in my brain
enough to drive
a sequential man
insane.
enough to cause me a lot of pain.

8/24
Crystal

If Only 8-23

If Only
8/23

Rest assure
i have no feeling
left numb and alone
it can't be healing.

he can't care for me
like i care for him
so he gave up
it came to an end.
wishing for a second chance
turn around
start over again.

deserted by anyone
i get close to
anyone i get comfortable with
left to be alone
left for dead.
some things are better left
unsaid...

tears are gone
sadness reaps
if only the one i care for
i could keep.
if only..he could see.
if only.
-Crystal MacGinnis

A poem dedicated to Grampa Roger..

A poem dedicated to Grampa Roger...
It was written by an unknown author, and is dedicated to My gramps.

When I'm gone, give whats left of me away to children and old folks.
And if you need to cry, cry for your brother and sister walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
put your arms around someone and give them what you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people that I've known and loved,
And if you can not give me away,
at least let me live in your eyes and not in your mind.
You can love me most by letting hands touch hands,
and by letting bodies touch bodies.
Love doesn't ever die, bodies do.
So, when all that's left of me is love,
give me away.