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The happiness I found
Is within the soft strokes
Of ukulele strings
The strangely melodic singing
The whistling in the background
The simple meanings that are so much more
The way each note resonates
Into the very next
In the ukulele
I found happiness
She stood there
Like the sun sits in the sky
Blank and waiting
Breathing until the moon arrives
Her dark skin
Is a memory
Of the ash and soot she trudged through
Just to get to the battlefield
Just to say, 'I told you'
Her hair is weeping in the wind
A matted mess of former glory
She wonders would she have ever been
What she wanted if she had the chance too
But alas this girl was strong and wise
A memory of days gone by
Remembered only by the past
A memory that is bound to last
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The moon is dark
The sun is light
They bring us day
Followed by night
A time when everything is quiet
And still
When you can do anything you want
Of your own will
Moon brings us peace
Knowing that we have to face another day
Where the sun brings us time
Waiting for another night to go by
Sun means war upon my skin
Moon means the pleasant night is bound to begin
Calling all of my men
To come protect me from the sun
Blistered and scarred
Waiting for the night to start
OCD
It's hard to explain.
The patterns in my brain
are like scratches on a CD
when all you want
is to listen to the music
but the **** thing
keeps on skipping
and repeating
certain parts
while everyone else
is dancing in their cars
and you're just trying
to drive and
breathe.
when a friend asked me what it feels like.
but there's more to it than that.
 Apr 2020 Foreigner Soralen
OmRh
My demons accompany me wherever I go
They follow my trail
They rejoice over my defeat
They kiss me goodnight
They whisper in my ear
In a language I can't quite decipher or grasp
So come take me anywhere but here
Take me to the land of uncensored dreams and long-forgotten memories
Come rekindle the fire within me
Come take me anywhere but here
For I desire nothing but a deep restful sleep
If the clock ticks, signalling time going by.
It would pass slower, with a little lie.
Then there would be only one cry.
The one when I'd have to say goodbye.
I just stumbled upon an old book of poems I wrote in 2017...
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