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  Jul 22 BEEZEE
thepuppeteer
The river flows
But not outside of me
My body
As much as I tell it
It will not respond to my emotions
As much as I cry inside
It will not cry outside
As much as I smile inside
It will not smile outside
It's been a while since I've posted, but I just haven't had much inspiration lately. I finally got inspiration but not in the way I wanted... My grandmother fell at the movie theater yesterday and broke her arm, she was rushed to the hospital had her surgery today. We rushed to see her, and as much I wanted to, as much as I tried, I wouldn't cry. I felt guilty as I saw my mom sobbing uncontrollably, meanwhile I had such an unemotional face. I' autistic and it's like my body doesn't show my emotions, I cry for myself, like when I get yelled at, or am stressed. But, when it comes to death, injuries, even when I myself am injured I just can't cry. And when it's another person, it just hurts so much, because I want to cry, I want to sob, I want to show my pain, but my body won't do that. It's like having a constant mask on my face but one that I don't put on, the real mask is the one that shows the emotions because I hardly ever show lots of emotions on my face. Writing like this has helped, I think I've even found some more inspiration :) to whoever has read the entirety of this, thanks for reading I hope you have a wonderful day or night!
  Jul 22 BEEZEE
Kurt Philip Behm
Writers write
everyone else
— just talks

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
  Jul 22 BEEZEE
Levi
I looked into the midnight sky,
sudden beauty struck my eye.

Shooting fast across the Earth,
burning bright with fiery worth.

It's death was quick just like it's birth,
a spectacle to mother Earth.
Just a quick poem, putting down some random thoughts.
  Jul 22 BEEZEE
Lynn Stillman
I'll touch your skin.
Trace the outline of your face,
as we share a kiss.
My reflections in your eyes,
as they draw me deeply in.
Isn’t she lovely when she sighs in relief
And her breath twists and twirls the leaves?
After they burned her forest and left her in grief,
Mother Nature can finally breathe.
Throwaway poem from my collection "Nature, She Wrote"
BEEZEE Jul 21
Toes curl and uncurl.
I sit back and sip coffee.
Poets from around the world,
evoke the smell of warm linen
& the musk of a hard life.

Im dwelling here, words set me free throughout the day.
No longer still, nothing now will be mundane.

Gratitude, Contentment.
We’re home now, Soul.
Collecting trinkets as we scroll.
A soft baby in my arms.

Who cares the time, or of our role.
Right now, I’m steam from a black bean cup.
Warm & Full.
A thank you to the poetry community.
one sun      one moon
to nudge the air   to braid the snow

one sun one moon
to bid the wind   to harbor autumn

one sun      one moon
to salt the skin      to taunt the stars

one sun      one moon
to trace the day   to etch our dreams

one sun one moon
to set the fields   to signal the tides
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