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Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Dec 2018 Dennis Willis
Wind Lass
“Will you crush my spirit someday?”
It was almost a joke
When the fear was shared.

Now
Lying in bed
Day shifting to night
Unable to rise
Defeated

The truth
I let you become
The hand
That felled me
I destroyed all the poems because you hated my inner world. I could not destroy the world though, you know I was created by God and only God can undo me. I am weeping, sleeping, trying to hide..... I flee to that world that hurt you so much. I don’t know if there will be more if ever you wander back here.
 Dec 2018 Dennis Willis
Saumya
If you've fallen into a pit then you don't need a ladder to come out but a desire
Proprioception
Is the perception
Of your hand when it is out of view.
My proprioception
Is tuned to perfection
And I hope that the same's true for you!

Although I can't see
My hand behind me
I can give all my fingers a wiggle;
It may not seem much
Very different to touch,
But with touch someone lets out a giggle!
A silly note I left for myself and recently found
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