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 Aug 2020 Preston Reid
Shamai
Love
 Aug 2020 Preston Reid
Shamai
Love is such a small word
For the experience of a life time
That takes one
From the inner knowing of experience
To the outward joy of being surrounded
With safety and permanence
Love permeates
Takes over the bad
And makes it into
Everlasting good
One can do anything
Perform feats beyond their ken
When they
Are filled
With true, pure
Love
She was taught to look up at the sky...
To find love in the stars, moons and the galaxies that danced an unknown song...

But...

She taught her heart to look into her own self...
And then did she found her love...
In the universe of her cells...that had been playing  a familiar tune since she had been born to live!
The universe inside and outside of us are the same! The meaning of our lives depends only on our perspectives we have towards life! For the one who has found himself... Never needs to find anything else! Just wanted to leave you with this thought! Gratitude for reading this! ❤
 Aug 2020 Preston Reid
Undone
I walked to school today

Knowing I cried myself to sleep last night

Knowing no one knew

Knowing that was my power that I owned over everyone else
 Aug 2020 Preston Reid
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
 Aug 2020 Preston Reid
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
love
is a
scary thing

it gives you
way too much
power
over someone else

and it
makes you
lose control
far too
easily
also check out my other poems!  :)
 Apr 2020 Preston Reid
anna
She pinned me down with her gaze,
I still long for her comforting embrace;
She left me last autumn moon
An age, an era, an epoch too soon.
She left , just like everyone else.




I wrote this for someone else, but what the hell.
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