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  Nov 2015 Lb
poems in the clouds
I think the silent write.
I can't get out a sentence without stuttering
or sounding like a complete idiot.
I can go over a sentence 12 times in my head
but when it comes to saying it,
I am not capable.
but I can put a pen to a piece of paper
and write you a story.
I write because I cannot speak.
  Nov 2015 Lb
Robert Corbeil
It's okay to be shy
It's okay to be confident
It's okay to be weak
It's okay to strong
It's okay to be who you are
It's okay to be flawed
And separate to society's standards
It's okay to be weird
To go against ritual
It's okay to have multiple definitions of yourself
And be the person you envision yourself to be
Lb Nov 2015
I kept every flower you have ever given  me.
I fed them until they ceased life.
Then I dried out the beautiful broken fragments that were left
Because I have a plan.

Today you gave me flowers
But these were a different type of flowers.
These were I'm Sorry flowers,  
You've never given me I'm sorry flowers before

I don't know if I want to keep these like I have the other ones.

Because I have a plan for all the dead flowers

I want them at our wedding,

But these flowers are sorry, and I don't know if I want all the other flowers polluted by the Sorry ones.
Lb Nov 2015
This is the sort of pain you can't sleep with

This is the sort of pain that's so acute you can't even fall asleep crying

This the sort of pain where you feel your head beginning to swell with erupting migraines
  Nov 2015 Lb
Olga Valerevna
...
the positives, the negatives, the everything at once
I seek you in my solitude and all of what there was
I cannot even see you like the other people do
And there is room for clarity when no one else is you
The highs, the lows, the in-betweens - they wreck, undo, restore
And recognize, without a doubt, the claims we made before
I knew I'd come to find it, this devotion I'd misplaced
And here it is in front of me on someone else's face
we are somebody else's
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