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Sky Jun 2018
Why does there seem to be
a sudden chain of sadness
taking lives?

I worry
that depression
will wipe out
the world.

But I will still plant
my bright yellow flowers
because hope can never die
And neither will you, or I -
not today.
Two more losses in what seems to be a year of sadness. We're losing so many beautiful people to the growing monster that is depression. Suicide is on the rise, and we're losing so many people every day.
I just want to give you a little yellow flower and remind you that you are beautiful, you are great, and you are loved. If you're struggling with mental health, or having suicidal thoughts, please reach out. Don't tuck yourself away in the dark corner. Find the light, and grab it. If you are worried about a loved one, talk to them. Let them know that you're there and you care.

This is a time where love is the most important thing we can have. Love one another, look out for one another. We all need each other.
  Jun 2018 Sky
Sally A Bayan
No one else, but a poet...can bring colors
to scenes...with verses, in crass or subtle
tones......gather words together in lines,
uncertain in their ebbing and flowing...
the results create surprise in many
hues that could make one cry,
grimace......frown......or smile

readers are led to far, or near
destinations...to the cool, sweet air
and peaceful atmosphere of paradise,  
or, to unlit corners...uncharted waters,
or deep into an abyss...or, a black hole,
an unknown corner, where moribund souls
are biding their time, maybe, they could
now define by themselves, purgatory and hell,
understand those sunken souls who have lost
all...except their arms, and begging eyes...
then, through appropriate words,
a poet paints a laborious path, or
a stairway...so an enlightened reader
may climb back to safe, calm waters...

a poet makes the mind see a human heart,
beating in many rhythms...throbbing,
.......aflame with longing and desire,
bursting from ecstatic, sublime moments,
then, later on,  shift to grayish thoughts
that cut deep....tormenting...crashing,
............gnashing the heart...
a poet paints a soul walking on cloud nine,
later, to dip feet in celebrative pools.

sometimes, a poet would rather not, yet,
an inner force prevails, thereby paints a
drooping soul...dying, in total surrender,
ready to fall..............but, again, with a
barrel of lively-colored words,  a poet
takes this despondent soul to berth,
with soothing verses, bring it to a rebirth...
every human being is worth an effort
..............even those that have fallen
.........................are worth savin' .....

a poet's palette is uniquely
enriched with colorful experiences,
a poet paints life in its truest colors,
..........could be dark...or bright
.....nothing more......nothing less...





Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    January 29, 2017
Sky Jun 2018
Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

Thin gray swirls towards the sky,


I sit and watch the asphalt fly.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

Words are buzzing gently,

floating all around me.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

We speed towards our destination,

advancing without hesitation.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

A quick brush of comfort on his shoulder,

a glance from the man who's older.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.
Sky Jun 2018
She is like duct tape -
once she sticks, she stays,
no matter how rough the weather;

and she is so painful to remove
Sky Jun 2018
We all hate life so much,
but we're too scared to die
So we turn ourselves into ghosts instead.
Sky Jun 2018
Something is trying to
destroy me
from the inside.
Sky Jun 2018
I'm sorry, mother,
I'm sorry that you're afraid
Of losing me to darker things
Of seeing your greatest dismay

I'm sorry, father,
I'm sorry that I drag you down
That I can't pull myself together
That I always seem to drown

I'm sorry, grandmother,
I'm sorry that I fail you
That I am not the golden child
That I am broken through and through

I'm sorry to all I know,
I'm sorry that I cannot fly
I'm sorry that I cannot win
That I cannot touch the sky.
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