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         I                                    
            Love                              
              Stars,                  
                   They
                     Are so
                      Far, but
                       Feel so
                        Near. I love
                        The moon ,        
                         How it's    
                        Always
                        Changing
­                     But I hate
                  How
               I can't
          Sleep
      Ever
I See The Light
In Your Eyes
I Sense Happiness
Baby!

Aw Your Infectious Smile
Drives My Pulse
Crazy
Baby!

You Like To Chat
Be Matter Of Fact
You Don't Mince Words
Baby!

But Do You Ever Dream
You Know
Dream About Me
My Dreammm -  Baby!

You Know Its Been 15 Years
I've Been Here
Drooling Over You
Baby!

Yeahhh I know You're Not 46
Maybe Its Time
To Update Your 'Selfie'
BABY!

(Tail out Mumbling on my You Tube/Sound Cloud  Recording: > " Yep Maybe next year Baby. Maybe. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. Baby!"  < I am speaking to Myself about  updating my own Selfie too)

© Debra Lea Ryan
26.11.2024
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In Song @ You Tube >  https://youtube.com/shorts/-yBE075Kkv0?si=wGGIGwHtZObGeGFB <  ☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
You are not smarter,
Than who you think I am.
But you.
Are the intelligent one.
So.
Try this sober on your self. Then on someone high. Immediately, reverse roles and do it the same way three times over. Please advise......

It is a Masterpiece. I rest my case.

Dare I say?

Master Poet status?

No.
Not yet.
At school
I am quiet
Barely even there
Head down
Just make it through the day
No one needs to know what goes on in my brain

But on here
I am loud
Because my thoughts are loud
And I can share them
And whether people like it or not
They'll here the messyness of my head

At school
I must speak through my mouth words that don't matter

Here
I speak through poetry my most deep fears and desires

At school
I feel alone
No one cares that i'm there
It's not completely their fault
For I don't talk to anyone

Here
I feel supported
People care
And I can share through poems
(The very best way)

But I am forced to go to school
And encouraged to get off of here
You took a blade
And you stabbed my back, heart and my brain
Made me so confused and hurt
Now bad feelings always lurk
Especially when something reminds me of you
The problem is
I've known you forever
So everything reminds me of you

The worst part
Is that you're too blind to see any of it
I never got a single apology
And I know if one day that you ruined for me
Would be on repeat until you got it right
You'd be stuck forever
You don't see your problems
Those problems are a big part of me now
So I guess
You don't see me
Do you?
Not at all
Thoughts branched out, kind of got messy, sorry

(About my dad btw)
I live on the boat that smiles
It sails on the waves that laugh
The sun shines down from the sulking clouds
The water glitters with the distant past
Another dream
The story that you tell yourself,
is nothing more than a spell...
Spells can be broken.
The real you awaits,
the evolution of your soul.
Like a caterpillar the ego
must go.
Traveler
Days I am unable to look inside
Something pulls me out
I want to go inside to talk to me
To check what wrong is going on

To regulate the scattered thoughts

To streamline pile up work
But something pulls me out

Shows me the fear of work will get left out
I come out to complete the unending work of this world

Neither work get complete
nor I get the inner peace.

This cycle goes on
I sometime call HIM to break this circle
And pull me to embrace
Embrace me as I am
I am, but a shell of a man.
Helen, said “it”.
But I rise up.
In the morning.
Put my pants on.
Just like at least one other person.
Then I rule my roost.
Tame my monkey.
And go to the zoo.

My job
way down under....i wanted to call this ********. but thought better of it
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