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 Feb 2020 Sylph
basil
need my sorry
 Feb 2020 Sylph
basil
we used to talk
every single day
about
every single thing

and now
we nod
in passing

and it leaves me aching
for the careless laughter
we used to share

but you seem perfectly
okay with
this turn of events

i want to apologize
because this is all my fault

but you seem fine

so the only person
that needs my sorry
is me
it's so hard. we used to talk about everything, and now... we're strangers. what the **** happened to us? i know you have a wonderful gf now, but can you at least tell me how your day is?
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Anonymous Freak
I used to walk
Down the street
With a smile on my face,
When I was young,
And foolish.
When the world
Felt safe.
 Feb 2020 Sylph
eli
#55
 Feb 2020 Sylph
eli
#55
i want to stab myself'
but i wont because you need someone right now and i'll be that someone if you need me to.
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Nellie 55
Stranger
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Nellie 55
I'm a stranger
Letting my wounds open
Why is a stranger closer to me?
The ones I love patched the wounds with salt
A stranger is helping me clean up
I've got faith in humanity
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
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