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 Oct 2020 Phillips
sandra wyllie
I’d soar
higher than the trees
into the clouds
and catch a breeze

If I Grew fins
I’d swim
longer than the seas
onto the earth’s outer edge
and be a tease

If I Grew muscle
I’d lift
you off your knees
into the dancing stars
and galaxies
 Oct 2020 Phillips
chris
love is to surrender yourself to another

                                                        ­              body,
                                             ­                         heart,
                                 ­                                     soul,
.                                                                                being.
 Oct 2020 Phillips
Nicole
Alone and lost, appeared this saint,

With pretty gray eyes, darkness can’t taint.

He stole her from cold, from blustering storm,

Kind and gentle, he took her from harm.

Fearful of dark, he created her light,

A jar of gold, chasing demons of night.

Telling stories of love, he brought to her life,

A moment by his side: no pain, no strife.

He gifted her poems, a gesture on whim,

With every word read, she could see only him.

She counted the days until he returned home,

The boy with his light, the girl not alone.

Invisible to all, a shade wandering in dark,

He brought back her faith, with his pure kind heart.
 Oct 2020 Phillips
Ley
rainbow
 Oct 2020 Phillips
Ley
i saw a rainbow for the first time
i was black

an array of colors i had never seen before
she showed me all of them
and soon i became colorful too

but rain always comes back
and rainbows always fade

i join the clouds once more
she dissolves under my tears
and i am black
 Oct 2020 Phillips
Ley
5 angels on earth are hard to come by
,
7 luck is now tangible i tighten my grip
9 as the fruit of your spirit
0 brings wholeness and infinite love
 Oct 2020 Phillips
Ley
existing
 Oct 2020 Phillips
Ley
what do you do
when neither life
nor death sound delicious?

i’ll swallow the void
and hope it eats me
from the inside out
Maybe I was wrong ,

Maybe I had the wrong intentions,

Maybe what is important is that I breathe,

Maybe that's what  I will always need,

Maybe nothing else  is important,

And breathe.
Words from the written walls of my heart.
 Oct 2020 Phillips
Stalwart Dull
The Truth Part - III

She always tell the truth to her friends
It was them, where her trust depends
She knew that everything has its end
It was them, where her time should spend

She's not yet done on the stage of insecurity,
Knowledge won't fade but beauty
She's on her way to maturity
Beauty won't define her but humility
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