Sleep | poetry

You fall asleep,

My hand to your cheek

At first it seems sweet

Then I think of blander motives

Am I interrupting your rest?

Is this just a unwillingness to move?

Then you pull my hand to your chest

Bringing it to rest, part of me on you

Where I should always have been,

And I remember what love feels like again.

The Last Page Is The Kindest | Typewriter Tales

20-09-2016

THE LAST PAGE IS THE KINDEST – THE TYPEWRITER TALES BY MELISSA HOLDEN

Your Past Made You Amazing | Picture

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Day Jobs Aren’t Forever (poem)

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Day jobs aren’t forever.
They are for now. For bills.
For the kids, the rent, the tax.

Day jobs are for the sanity.
For knowing you’re working.
Hardworking in bad times.

Day jobs aren’t just day jobs.
They are the social hub of life.
The place to laugh and scream,
To bitch about bad bosses and bad pay.

Day jobs keep us bobbing along,
Keep us afloat when we can’t go further.

Day jobs keep us funded; funded for who we really are.

A means to an end.

Day jobs let you be a surfer, a writer, a dancer, a boxer, an artist.

Day jobs aren’t forever. But they help us be us.

Help us leave our mark on the world.

Help us be forever.