the three o'clock in the morning sessions

By Angie Martin

From the award-winning, bestselling author of Conduit

A poetry collection that will leave your heart breathless

A breathtaking collection of poetry, "the three o'clock in the morning sessions" leads readers through the familiar theme of love, lost love, and unrequited love with a gorgeous twist. The poems vary widely in emotion and is something to which all readers can relate. The musical, perfectly timed lines latch onto the heart and soul and does not let go.

This collection was written over the span of almost fifteen years and also contains two short stories: "the door" and "brief love".

What people are saying about the three o'clock in the morning sessions

"There are many colours and shapes of romantic love, as presented here, and the author, Angie Martin, has written high quality poems that celebrate love. Writing in unpretentious verse, she deals with different themes surrounding the drama and depth of love, and poems such as "reckless" and "whispers" are lyrical and full of imagery.... Angie shows herself to be talented at both poetry and prose." ~ Review from Reader's Favorite

"Every poem like every track in a beloved music CD is intense and heart-rending. The imagery and vivid descriptions generate scenes that are immediately familiar to anyone who has ever experienced a relationship breakup." ~ Poet Clarissa Simmens

"The melancholy that was painted in these lines was an a paradox of enjoying the poems and hating that I too have played the game and lost." ~ Award-winning Poet G.P.A.

"If you are a lover of poetry, then this is a great book to add to your collection. I highly recommend it and it gets 5 ***** from me all the way around." ~ Poet Shannan Williams

Get your copy of this beautiful collection of poetry now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angie Martin
• Release date: Apr 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781513022970

Angie Martin

Angie Martin lives with her husband and animal family. She grew up in Wichita, Kansas and has lived all over the United States. Her work reflects not only her background in criminal justices, but her love of music. False Security is her first novel, with a print edition published in 2004. The novel was put under heavy sedation and operated on for several months before becoming what you read today. Her second novel Conduit, a psychological thriller with a paranormal twist, is about a private detective who is the next target of a psychic serial killer. Angie is hard at work at her next projects.

Book preview

dedication

for all the broken hearts out there. they won't stay broken forever.

what are the three o'clock in the morning sessions?

the three o'clock in the morning sessions are the times when you feel most alone

when you sit by yourself, wishing someone was next to you

when you can't sleep, you can't dream

comfort is nowhere to be found

the room is filled with might-have-beens

your heart is full of sorrow

your mind is full of wisdom that you wasted on something else

and there are no more tomorrows

the three o'clock in the morning sessions are filled with heartache

with loss, with pain

with soulful crying outs and never-ending tears

life is all in lowercase, and so are you

it is the time your heart beats for someone not there

when you wish you had done things differently

a time filled with melancholy memories

when you wish you weren't you

everyone's three o'clock in the morning sessions are just a little different

here are mine

patience

there he sits

sits and waits

holding still

for a twist of fate

in a crowded room

far away

will he see me

this lonely day

he turns his head

and i can't believe

his eyes are looking

right past me

this invisible girl

with an invisible heart

slowly shattering

into a thousand parts

but the music playing

from his eyes

encompasses me

goes deep inside

raptures my soul

in a symphony

until i can

no longer see me

should i do it

part my lips

open my heart

let the words slip

out of the mouth

that longs to taste

savor his love

not one moment waste

it isn't right

it isn't fair

why i should feel

why i should care

about this man

who does not see

about this man

lord, set me free

and so like he

i'll sit and wait

holding still

for a twist of fate

patience till

i find my way

patience till

my dying day

after the fall

there are moments in time

when i don’t feel so alone

looking over my shoulder

to see where it all began

how you could have known

to find me when i was so lost

i long for you to reach for me

hold my heart in your hands

fill this void with something

only you possess

undress my soul with desire

that cannot be contained

an erupting passion

never to be controlled

a gentle touch from behind

a wistful smile, and a dream

that melodic voice moving me

to the ends of the earth

breaking up my rain clouds

with the light of desire

all those unspoken words

suddenly expressed in a touch

emotions swell from

an intense memory

i free my soul

and close my eyes

you’re all that’s there

that’s all that i see

everything i am

i breathe into you

the box

shhh

come here

just a little closer

i have