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East Wind Sep 2018
Being pulled wistfully, by
the invisible hands
of fractured
memory.
East Wind Sep 2018
It seems the ones that profit the most
never pay the price.
I hate that.
And I hate hate because it lurks behind
everybody's heart.
East Wind Sep 2018
Sad flowers bloom in the night
You wonder how you’ve come this far
You stay up late till the dawn
To watch the sun rise.
Loose change behind the cracks
You pick them up, rinse them off
Don’t give up now you’ve come this far
******* tight and take a flight.
  Emotionally depleated-
  Uprooted;
  Anything goes in this town
  But like clockwork you repeat it
  And tears fall from your eyes like waterfalls to the river...
Sad flowers bloom in the night
I know your kind the classic type
You walk around head in the clouds
You chase your dreams
Till they become
The driving force
That wake you up.
East Wind Sep 2018
Are my words as dark as a stormy day's cloud?
Even gray clouds have feelings and emotions they hide
until they let loose and let it all pour out.
But I seem to be as blank as a white page...No. Better yet,
As a leaf caught underneath a rock with no escape
With a weight on my chest that can't be explained!
East Wind Aug 2018
Are you eating anything else besides bubblegum?
Because you matter!
Greatly valued.
East Wind Aug 2018
I'm new to town
I don't know how
to hold my head sideways
yet
you flash a smile
your pearly whites
but they disappear like lightning
and
I'm learning fast
to be a fraud
how to counterfeit my laugh lines
though
the time will come
when this faux attire
will be worn like my coat of arms.
Wearing a fake smile can become a difficult task and a hard habit to break.
East Wind Aug 2018
The secret of life
Is simple and nice
She said I’ll tell it to you twice
Just so you know it ain’t a lie
     The upward battle
     The downward tumble
     The fight to finish
     The race you started
And days maybe getting darker
Time maybe ticking faster
Love maybe turning bitter
And sweet maybe turning sour
But life always has a controller.
     To hopeful travelers
     There is a road to take
     So baby don’t you cry
     There’s hope for you yet
And life maybe getting harder
Days maybe getting shorter
you keep waiting, waiting longer
Your heart beating, beating faster
But life always has a controller.
     So baby don’t you cry
     There’s hope for you yet
     The secret of life
     Is underneath your chest!
Life and her secrets.
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