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 Oct 2016 Lost Poet
Timothy Ward
in pain
relief
in frailty
strength
in fear
courage
in loss
release
in grief
gratitude
in acceptance
love
All too often I find myself looking outside for strength validation and support when a little self reflection can be a lot more sustainable. This poem is a reminder to myself to keep it simple.
 Oct 2016 Lost Poet
Timothy Ward
fear not radicals
as we break bread together
we hunger as one
It is difficult to spill the blood of someone you have shared a meal
 Sep 2016 Lost Poet
Stu Harley
lord
you provide
everything
that
i need
you
put food
on my table
you
put clothes
on my back
yes
i know
that
you are able
and
through
faith
make me accountable
 Sep 2016 Lost Poet
Stephan
Words
 Sep 2016 Lost Poet
Stephan
.

Words can be seen
like a bouquet of flowers
Bringing the sun
when the skies offer showers

Forming a smile
where there once was a frown
Lifting you up
when your world's falling down

But when there are none
as your eyes come to call
Nothing but darkness
and raindrops now fall

Sadness in puddles
collect on the ground
When it is empty
and no words are found
When I was able to feel the pain
I went not to my mother.
My mother betrayed me.
Not my father,
My father left me.
I retreat to music.
I bury my scars and bruises in music notes.
I wait for that beat to drop,
In order to raise my heart back up.
This music numbs my pain.
I feel safe in my music,
Grab a pair of headphones before a gun
In a **** zombie apocalypse.
I am going to drown out the hurtful words,
In a tub full of lyrics.
Music,
Heres to you,
For saving my life,
More than anything ever should have to.
Safety,
If you’re lucky
Will be found.
But my safety is the drums
And the guitar.
A song for every occasion,
The rain even has a beat,
Drumming but no rhythm.
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