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 Jul 2019 Matilda
kerri
my cold fingertips touching my new word,

perfect

still fresh,
raised from the skin,
a reminder of what i’m not,
what i wish i was,
what i could never be
Some way I know this pain,
It shamed me to love the way it flowed,

I'm looking at my scars,
Beauty in the burdens.

But I only masked my true pains,
For every night I bled outside,
I also bled within.

Find the blade that cuts your heart,
And get away...
So you no longer have to search for the blade that cuts your arms.
Response to "Inside that Counts" by Atlas
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2986
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

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 Mar 2019 Matilda
Hannah
Blue is you.
It’s the color of your eyes.
It’s the color of the Pepsi can
That was always in your hand.
It’s the color of your dickies
That you always wore.
It’s the color of you.
Blue is you.
It’s the love you
Gave to your family.
It’s the generosity you
Gave to everyone you ever met.
It’s the kindness
That was in your heart.
Blue is you.
It’s the pack of cigarettes
That lived in your pocket.
It’s the money
That lived with your cigarettes.
It’s Walker, Texas Ranger
That you watched religiously.
Blue is you.
It’s the memories
I’ll carry with me forever.
It’s your rare smile
I'll always see when I think of you.
It’s your hugs and kisses
I’ll always cherish.
Blue is you.
Forever and ever.
 Feb 2019 Matilda
Theo
The poor stay poor
The rich get richer.
The story goes on
Even when the teller is long gone.
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