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My mind has become
A depleted mine
Stripped of its wonders and treasures
Haven't posted in awhile or even came on this site for awhile. Nice to be back.
Poetry
takes on
a life
of its own
and has the inherent
unseen
connection
with all those
willing
to receive it.

To all those
wonderful
kindred spirits
out there
who take the time
to receive
what's in our hearts
and minds

who make us feel
so not
alone
.....

and though
what we say
may not be
profound
we are treated
with value

that we
belong.

Blessings

cj 2016
where'd you go?
my friend
my will to live
I've been having trouble
with my mind
with my thoughts
I miss those days where it was just us
all alone
all satisfied
now all you do is ignore me
you left me behind
you left your home behind
I told you my secrets
yet do you even care?
do you even remember?
found others more worthy of your time?
while I sit here waiting
wasting mine
text after text
all night, I'll wait for your reply


left on read
I find it easier to write my emotions out in poem style. I just miss my friend
  Sep 2016 zeph the deer boi
XIII
If not writing codes,
I am writing poems.

If not writing the language of computer,
I am writing the language of literature.

If not writing the language of the mind,
I am writing the language of the heart.
colorful paint
on a blue canvas

    runs
    down
    in
   strings

crossing borders
   & languages
flowing into hearts
   & minds

   slowly
      at ease

the bottom end
   of the canvas
   is not
   the end
of the message
          *
          *
          
Inspired by a computer graphic of Maria Luisa Grimani
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