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NightPoet May 2021
Somewhere Nowhere Everywhere
Looking for Somewhere Nowhere Everywhere
Someone No one Everyone
Looking for Someone No one Everyone
Something Nothing Everything
Looking for Something Nothing Everything
Looking for: A 'where'
A 'where' in which I'm welcome
A 'where' in which I'm home
Looking for: A 'one'
A 'one' in which I feel loved
A 'one' in which I love
Looking for: A 'thing'
A 'thing' in which I believe
A 'thing' in which I succeed
A community
A person
A job
Thank you, Shannon Messenger, for inspiring this poem. "Somewhere. Nowhere. Everywhere. It's all the same here. Always now but never then. Always then but never now." (Lodestar, pg. 91)
NightPoet Apr 2021
Art
Expressing your feelings
splashes of color and sound
against a blank canvas
words that flow like water
paint and paper as bright as the sun
notes that fill a world of silence
spinning, tumbling, making art
NightPoet Apr 2021
A place of peace,
of birdsong and freedom
A bubbling brook, soft with moss
the stream runs a steady pace
bringing me quiet
NightPoet Apr 2021
A sanctuary
A haven
Another world to be in

A place where I exist
just going with the flow
breaking the trance every so often, to
laugh or sigh
A place where I can escape the turmoil, the chaos, the familiarity of home
where I just be
where I just watch, and see, and hear, and smell, and feel as if I am spectral,
having floated into the authors creativity and genius
  Mar 2021 NightPoet
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
NightPoet Mar 2021
Change can be for the better,
can be good
But change can be scary,
new
DIFFERENT

but humans are resilient, strong
we can persevere, and stand tall
no matter how hard
Change can throw us off our feet
but even if it does
WE CAN GET BACK UP
even if it leaves us battered and bruised
WE CAN GET BACK UP
and we will
we will not let it get the best of us
we will not let it win
WE WILL NOT LET IT WIN
NightPoet Mar 2021
Gone
Never to be seen again
Never to be noticed
or used
or heard
As if it never existed, never to exist again
But from the vast emptiness
Comes creativity, ideas, LIFE
New things
that never would have existed
Unless something was deleted,
Unless something was CHANGED
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