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Sometimes the Moon is just
the Moon
Stars simply stars
They're just reliable objects
They just are
And birds are just birds
They're pretty
They fly
Often words are just words
They're witty
They lie
And colors are just granted
Sort of like you and I
Until each pretty petal
just withers and dies
What if I just like reading better?
Can one even be a professional reader?

Im so full, pouring from a creative tap
Yet I can barely write, or create a starting draft
My heart is flooding like a pipeline: one poorly designed
Can someone help me make sense of these dreams of mine?
Thinking with all my might but there’s no glimmer, no light
Hard, Im struggling to keep sustaining this fight with my
Self, I keep my mind in decent health but im still
Drowning, under the weight of this creative wealth
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
In my own little world fireflies stay in open jars
Flowers paint on their colors for the next day,
And the moon laughs while it walks away.
The trees speak of ancient scars,
The creek brings up lost trinkets from afar,
And the animals cry for freedom,
But freedom is not free.
Spread your wings
Jump into the ocean
Talk out loud
Dance with the angels
Be carefree
Stay weird
Be who you want to be
Build a fire
Watch the embers drift away
Smoke billowing, hugging you keeping you safe
Become one with nature
Catching fireflies
Laying on blankets under the dark yet bright sky
Getting out of your own head
Not a care in the world what anyone has said
Standing up for what you believe is true
Laugh love
But most importantly
 May 2019 Blissful Nobody
 May 2019 Blissful Nobody
my soul,
so quick to scurry
as you pass me by,
still yearns for you late at night

I didn't believe your grandest
could pull me back in
but here I am... right back to your side,
held so tight

oh my soul, where did you lose your fight?
 May 2019 Blissful Nobody
I sold her a bag of dreams
It had a hole at the bottom
She gave me winter and spring
Summer and most of her Autumn
I left her not looking back
Standing there
Clutching tightly
An earful of sorry stories
And a bottle of Bacardi
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