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Every day you insulted me.

Today you did not.

I feel very insulted.
I took all of the hurt you gave me, and turned it into beautiful words.

I took all of the pain you gave me and turned it into something people will relate to.
 May 2020 Cody Haag
Viola
Sometimes the words I say
Have a tendency to push you away
But if my heart could speak
It would say you give me strength
Without you I’m weak
All of my power
Is at it’s very peak
When I am beside you
My protector
My rock of solid gold
You are my truth
Told
Ink runs on the page of another -
rainy , paper day
A poet's keen thought yearning for publicity , -
left to wash away*...
Copyright 26 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2016 Cody Haag
Scarlet Niamh
Bipolar sunshine;
Life's periodic lullabies
Changing me,
Waking me from ash to animal,
Trapped in the cage
Of my past lies,
Present cries,
Future demise.

But underneath this skin,
I'm still a human;
Boats of evergreen
Floating on tideless seas,
Yet I think I'm dying,
Unready for breathing;
Wild waters, blood oceans;
Mind lost, nightmares healing.
~~ Madness is in the eye of the beholder.
     This madness is the beholder of my eyes. ~~
 Mar 2016 Cody Haag
m i a
you're lovely

*he said
and suddenly
her cold heart
was dead
and the art
within her
begin to bloom
like an april flower.
in which a girl finds love again.
 Mar 2016 Cody Haag
Graff1980
Shakespeare my dear friend
I can only devour you
In small servings
Till you become my pen
And make words sing
Like long lost children
Birthing new mirths
And rehashing old pains
Till I regain my balance
Releasing all that is pent up
And then storing it up again
 Mar 2016 Cody Haag
m i a
sometimes i have to breathe in,
and breathe out,
so i can remind myself not
to doubt
my existence
so i can remind myself of
the distance
between my room and my
mother's
so i can remind myself to not give her another
gray hair
so i can remind myself that
someone out there
probably does care
so that i can remind myself that
i matter,
though my heart
may shatter
and the art
within me probably
won't matter
sometimes i have to breathe in,
and breathe out,
so i can remind myself that i am alive
and that i can survive.
just breathe, you can do it.
If I were to write a poem
About the stars and the universe
I could describe it in great detail
With only you as basis
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