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So many friends,
Such a big family,
Never alone, surrounded
by people that care

Heart feels empty,
searching for more,
What ales my soul?
Why do I feel alone?

People to talk to,
caring friends who listen
Yet my heart yerns,
wanting something more

A soul is complicated,
mine no more so
What is it my heart?
Why are you so alone?

Day spent in company,
souls alike, adopted brothers
Yet my soul searches on,
my heart aches for better

I love my life, for blessed,
with the companionship,
with a bed, food, shelter,
a steady pay check

So what heart?
Tell me what is wrong
Why do we feel lonely?
I suffer not for comrades

Maybe it be another heart
a woman to hold in my arms.
Deep I know the time is wrong
for I leave this home for better ground.

Soon be it to our new home,
where our first love was born
Sadly forced apart, my heart,
and hers, our hands pried, detwined

Hold on heart, time is at hand,
when I will grant your desire
But even then, the search is dire,
for a quality she, is hard to find

This world is harsh, and so it be
that shes today, are untrusty souls
I know there are good women,
somewhere to be found.

These women hide from the wolves
Those that roam the land,
breaking the lamb’s heart
But I must find one, a good she

Heart of mine, up to the task?
Can you deal with the whores?
Those you must break before,
before your good she is found?

But even so, will this solve the empty?
Will a she be a cure for the lonely?
Only natural is this desire
Educated mind must beat the carnal

Think with the brain, not the urge
A woman good may be the answer
More will be needed before its over,
for loves beginning will eventually end

Then you may find yourself lonely again,
wondering if your good she is the best
The future must be thought out,
and then a plan layed at my feet

A lonely heart may be cured,
more then one need is certain
A good she is one, a solid life another
We have family my heart, pursue the others

I sat here, this Sunday evening, speculating on what to write about. I have a lot of content sitting on my computer, which I will slowly over time post on this site, but I need to post new stuff. I need to write right now, and keep my muse up. I thought of any experience I could write about. What is there from my life that I could write on? Do I want to write an essay, a thoughtful article, or a poem? What I wrote fit best into poetic form. It is a love story. It is my love story. About my last love and me, having to part ways. I think it is a good poem, and worth putting into words. I think it reads a little bumpy though. I was trying a new way to write the poem, with the last word in the first and last line of each stanza being the same. Either way, I still think it turned out well.

I hope you enjoy,

Cuyler Callahan

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A Sad Love Story

They met through friends
They fell much in love
They got along well
Never fight, forever friends

She came from far away
He, born of this land
She would have to leave
Both knew far far away

Faster time came unwanted,
for separate ways to part
A soldier, his land desired
Parting, they greatly unwanted.

One last night, together spent
His train then carried him away
Out of site, he cried tell sleep
Wiping her tears, she time spent

He called when duty allowed
when digging trenches seized
She happy to hear his voice,
wished together they be allowed

Both dreamed not to let go,
both knew it not possible
She from a far away country,
He a soldier, to chained to go

Slowly reality took hold
He barely, his grip let go
She away, let grasp slip
Dreams slowly off hold

She is cross ocean, home again
He is afar cross country land
Daily fleets she cross his mind
He has let go, It’ll never be again

I was looking through my writing files and stumbled across a file called “Timed Writing”. It consisted of writing that resulted from an exercise that author Holly Lisle recommends. She says that a great way to get back your writing muse, and let you explore yourself to find out whats wrong with you, is to complete an exercise she calls “Timed Writing”.

What you do is set an alarm for 10 minutes. Then when the timer starts, write down whatever enters your mind. Don’t stop writing to correct, or to think. You must just let your fingers fly. You can write down random words if you need to that don’t make any sense. The purpose is for your fingers to continue moving.

I found that usually your first couple sentences don’t make sense, then you start piecing stuff together, and pretty soon you stumble onto some good topics that your mind has been wrestling with. I love this exercise. It is a great way to deal with your writers block, and any other problems that a person might be experiencing. It allows you to explore yourself and see what is bothering you. It’ll help you answer questions you might have.

That is what it has done for me.

These writings were from 2006. Now of course, some of these writings will consist of things that are for my eyes only because they do tend to go deep into your soul and rip out things that need to be brought to the surface.

But what I did tonight was go through one of my writings and put it into a poem so you can see the main topic that I discussed in this piece of writing.

Enjoy,

Cuyler Callahan

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Bad Words Good Bye

I must find it,
the key to my musing
A longer time spit?
My break is abusing

Words dead ride the page.
Here a word, there a word.
A pig eating a bush of sage,
my words describe a turd

More words I must write
I must meet my deadline
My words need be tight,
or no matter the shrine

A book I must love sweet,
for then I can see true,
a horn announce a treat,
sound me among the few

To this task I must complete,
I need to begin my career
Needs be I discard my heats,
to that end I must now adhere

My fingers must be slick
An oiled piston like fly
Write that piece to click,
my bad words good bye

This is one of the original poems that I wrote. One of my first. I wrote this poem back in 2004 or 2005. It it one of my oldest poems. At the time I thought this was the perfect reflection of a good adventure story.

Adventure

In the inn
Dimly lit
Men sit
In the pub

Sipping ale to ward of cold
Winter wind huff and puff
Success is not their answer

Candles flicker in the halls
Sleeping men are blue with the night
Lanterns burn along the pub wall

Light dancing with shadow
Sounds of laughter
Silence of sleeping

Adventure

I wrote this poem a couple years back. I hope you enjoy it.

Confusion Addressed

A bird of snow
Eats a likening snuff
But dies like a weird blow
And chokes the bluff

An ant marches forthwith
He never claims allegiance
But to his motherith
He claims a tenth

I can’t get it straight
The world is strange
My mind is Irait
A gun knocks a twang

Can we ever understand?
Is it ever going to get better
We must succeed no more bland
We must make life the go getter

Forget our misery
Remember the good times
For our goodness lies in leisurely
But good hard works makes it no crime