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Do not cling to me
and our past together
instead stand back to see
the me still to be
a flowing brook
with floating leaves
and other pieces of earth.
And if the universe could make a sound,
it would have been your voice
when you call my name.
cry to be heard.
shout to be silent.
hey mom i miss u.
 Jul 2020 Debra in Silence
FLAAY
Glowing life externally
                                Internally a shadowed strife
Being me & what I see
                                Not Like being alongside me
Trying to Enjoy all colors
                                even if I'm suffering from color blindness
YES WE DO BLEED ON PAPER
NOT BECAUSE WE ARE AFRAID TO EXPRESS OUR EMOTIONS
NOT BECAUSE WE DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY
NOT BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE PEOPLES TO TALK TO
BUT WE DO BLEED ON PAPER

WE DO BLEED ON PAPER
JUST BECAUSE A PAPER WONT BETRAY US
IT WONT CRITICIZE US
IT WONT JUDGE US
IT KNOWS THE WORD SECRET
AND HOW TO APPLY IT
BECAUSE IT IS ALWAYS THERE
DURING OUR DARKEST DAYS
THAT IS WHY WE DO BLEED ON PAPER

WE BLEED ON PAPER
BECAUSE ALL WE NEED IS A PIECE OF PAPER AND AN INK
I’m still alive!
So, that means I didn’t die.
I’m back now in my suit and tie.
Being presentable is my profession.
Appearing here now I guess I have a confession.
My words is not just talk.
It’s my best means of an expression.
I will always laugh now and maybe cry later.
At the moment I’m molding my life.
I guess you can call me The Creator.
The Artistic Visionary, The Artistic Invader.
My art is always present I never miss.
I used to call myself Artamyst....
I appear to be the toughest.
My exterior is the roughest.
I take life all in until enough is enough is.
I know you see me talking.
Ignoring me as you keep on walking.
Just Great!
At times I may enter hibernation state.
I keep to myself.
Even when part of me wants to escape.
I stay on the clock from twelve to twelve.
I’m still alive no expiration.
So, that means I will remain on the shelf.
And if I do die, continue the separation.
From the body to the soul.
Life is just a play.
God gave me a role.
God gave me a goal.
I’m trying to reach it
But it will be a blessing if I turn old.
I’m talking black and white with some grey.
1) My black or brown skin, okay.
2) The white hairs may appear.
3) But I rather see grey.
I had to break it down.
I didn’t want you to question my logic.
I’m actually writing this.
As I’m listening to Logic.
I’m still alive and kicking is my topic.
I really need a vacation, probably the tropics.
Energizer bunny
I’ll keep going until I stop this......
Oh Yeah,,,I’m Alive...Stay Tune.
Maybe more coming soon.
My beautiful sweetheart
With her smile so bright
Her touch warm so gentle
Her kiss so pure full of love
Her voice so sweet as honey
That calms and soothes
My heart every night,

She's so beautiful
I give her my heart
Every day and
My happiness and joy
I offer to share my world
Because I love you

She's so beautiful
She's so magical
And sweetheart
I love you and your
The love of my life..
My Life ❤️
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