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On my walls hang two pieces of art;
large canvases boldly splashed
with colour, stroke upon stroke formed vivid arcs.

I wish I had kept my father's paintbrushes,
they were tools of masterpieces.
From them, my strokes could have made faces flush
and inspired songs and poetry; love?

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But, perhaps ‘twas a blessing to create with unique expression and freedom.
 Jan 22 Ayla Grey
Syafie R
Interfering waves distort the mind,
shattered dreams freeze in their wake—
a chasm deep, sleep’s quiet grave,
where reality bends and breaks.

The ego quivers at the brink,
between the void and waking’s weight,
a struggle fierce, a war with fate—
archetypes stir, reborn to think.
Don’t overthink it folks. Just read and let your mind wander like it’s on vacation. No deep thinking required unless you’re feeling fancy.
Seeing the raindrops
meet a passing existence,
in limpid tears
A short reflection
I want to be anything but me
Not always obviously
But often definitely
Specifically when that pesky negativity
Has a death grip on my personality
And brings out the ugly

©2024
My darling Jenny
this poem's for you,
A birthday promise, you can hold me to.

No amount of years will change
my love for you.

I miss your smile,
when you're not near,
and your voice is the one I always long
to hear.

I see your blue eyes
every night in my mind,
I feel your kiss, and I hear your sighs.

I long for you each and every day.

And when you are in my arms,
I always want you to stay.

So don't dread getting older,
or fret grey hairs and lines.

You'll remain young forever,
here in my mind.

Happy Birthday Baby!

I'll always Love You!
So me and my girl are in a long distance relationship
it's not as bad as it sounds she's only 200 miles away.  And I visit her often.

We've been together for 8 years now
But we've know each other since we were 17.
Anyway I tried to order flowers for her birthday
and they didn't arrive as planned.
She said just write me a poem Babe.
To which I replied that's so easy Honey,
every love poem I write is for you.
So this is the end result. I made a video too
but that's something I can only share with her.
America will now get what it voted for-
What it wanted more than decency.
It will unfold for 200 weeks.
Wish I didn’t have to be here to watch.
ljm
Getting it all out of my system.
A morning of overcast sky in Nevada
Is very like landscapes painted by El Greco.
Cobalt sky smeared with silver gray shadows
In a candy floss tumble of gunmetal clouds
Gives a subtle light that makes things mysterious
And creates a canopy of comfort for a winter day.
ljm
Even gloomy days are beautiful here. The  light is just different and magical.
You’re never going to have the cake
Learn to like the taste of bread.

You’re never going to wear diamonds
Learn to appreciate cut glass.

You’re never going to hear applause
Learn to marvel at the stillness.

You’re never going to win the gold
Learn to admire the shine of copper.

You’re never going to be adored
Learn to love just being liked.

You’re never going to live forever
Learn to be your best today.
                 ljm
One outta six ain't too bad.
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