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Albert1434
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11/22/2025
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Good Times - 14. Chapter 14

Bullet to the Heart

I ride alone where the mesquite leans, Past ghost towns stitched in tumbleweeds’ seams. My saddle creaks like an old man’s sigh, And the wind don’t ask me why I cry.

My heart’s a colt that broke its rein, Wild with love, now limping with pain. She left me cold in the desert sun— No shade, no whiskey, no place to run.

Soul burns hot like a six-shot flame, Each breath a bullet whisperin’ her name. I ain’t no outlaw, but I’ve done my time— In the jail of memory, in the gallows of rhyme.

So I ride, and I bleed, and I don’t look back— Just a lonesome shadow on a rusted track. If love’s a bullet, then I took the round— Straight to the heart, where no mercy’s found.

Blood in the Dust

Gunshot rang— not in rage, but in truth.

Blood in the sand, blood in the dust, my love for you turned to rust.

No last kiss, no soft goodbye, just smoke and silence under a dying sky.

You were the fire, I was the flame— now ash and echoes forget our name.

I don’t ride for vengeance, don’t pray for grace— just leave my shadow in this place.

I Still Call

Your love is burning me up— a blaze in the marrow, where silence used to sleep. Flames lick the edges of my name, and still I whisper it to you.

Tears flow like oil on fire, slick with memory, each drop a prayer that never lands.

You’re ripping me up— not like paper, but like roots torn from earth, still clutching soil, still reaching for light.

My heart is ash. Not cold, not dead— but smoldering, a ruin that remembers how it once beat for you.

And yet, I call. Through ash, through smoke, through the echo of your leaving, I call.

Because even ruin can sound like devotion when it’s spoken in your name.

Where the Dust Settles

They don’t speak it loud— love rides quiet in the saddle, tied into the reins, folded in the morning coffee and the way he waits while the other tightens his boot.

Sunrise finds them side by side, not touching, but the space between them is already warm.

They’ve patched each other’s wounds with denim and silence, shared firelight and storms, and the kind of laughter that only comes after surviving something hard.

One rolls a cigarette, the other lights it. No words. Just the wind, and the knowing.

They’ve seen each other barefoot in the river, bleeding in the dust, singing to the stars when no one else was listening.

And when the trail ends, they’ll still ride— not for cattle, not for coin, but for the way his shadow falls beside mine and never leaves.

I Sang a Song to the Stars Tonight after the leaving

I sang a song to the stars tonight, a broken hymn, a thread of light. The sky just listened, cold and wide, while ash fell softly from inside.

All my love has turned to ash— no flame remains, no tender flash. He left me here, no hand, no word, just silence where his breath once stirred.

The night leaned in but did not speak. The stars kept shining, pale and sleek. I asked them why; I begged them how— but they just blinked above my brow.

So, I stood still, and let it fall: the song, the ash, the love, all. And though he’s gone, the stars still burn— not for return, but for the turn of grief to grace, of ache to art— a song still rising from my heart.

Forever Beside Me

I want you lying next to me, soft as breath, steady as sea. Through shadows where we choose to hide, your endless love stays by my side.

I want you near, through night and day, in whispered vows that will not sway. Forever, yes—forever true, my heart is endless, bound to you.

I want you lying next to me, laying next you forever and ever. Even if need to be hidden, I want you—always, together.

I want you by my side forever and ever, a promise no distance can sever. In silence or song, in light or in night, your love is my anchor, my guiding light.