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At night, everything is alive
My emotions deepen
My fears shrink
My imagination runs wild
At night, a brighter me comes out
My love is stronger
My ambitions are taller
My vision is clearer
At night, I feel safe
Because no one can see me
The darkness covers my flaws
The darkness covers my fears
The darkness covers the walls in front of me
Black is all I see
All I need
Once the sun comes up
Everything comes out
All my flaws
All my fears
All my walls
At night, is when I’m at peace
http://facesunknown.com/2015/04/20/night/
Excuse me my love
but you're not my all anymore
I'm trying to get out of this place and you're trying to ruin everything
I tried so hard to not give up
but you my dear are not my all anymore
It makes me sad
How often you think about dying
When you are the reason
I look forward to being alive
Untie the knot in my throat
So that I can try to speak
Let the air flow to my lungs
So that I can remember to breathe
If I look away in disgust
It’s from the tears that want to run
Don’t mind my smile
It’s the only wall I have
a response to a panel about domestic violence
I ripped open the night sky
to see the mysteries behind the facade.
But the constellations wrinkled
and the moon was torn
the stars winked out
and fell from the sky
and I ruined the beauty
looking for something real.
 Apr 2015 OblertPumpernikle
Luna
The truth may be dark
But it is also beautiful
Pour out the tears
From battered eyes
Into a rusted tin cup
Then forget about me
Because love betrayed
As it always seems to do
Leaving a grieving heart
In mourning, silently beating
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
If words can move you to faraway places
or open your heart as you read,
or sit in your mind
for hours at a time
It's poetry

If you rhyme or compose at every suggestion
of things that you hear or you see,
or if there's an obsession to write it all down
It's poetry

If you put down your fork on its way to your mouth
so you can pick up a pen
and jot down a note,
you are definitely a poet too.
(Courtesy of:  Mike Essig)

If you think that you're different
You are

If you wonder about
or have any doubt
of whether or not you're a poet
You are
(Whether you like it or not)
(Thanks to HP poet  Mike Essig for the added line)
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