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  Jul 20 RED
Lynn Stillman
No
Too comfortable,
when they're asking things of you.
Put a firm foot down.
  Jul 20 RED
Maddy
You know me
I know you
Some don't see it
We do
No matter tbe ups and downs
Trials and tribulations
We are in it no matter whatever
The truth is clear no ties to sever
You see what otners fail to see
Somebody said I could do better
You know I couldn"t love you more
I love my Howie!
RED Jul 20
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Those who can't understand it you should not report it
RED Jul 19
For some, family is blood.
For some, family is love.
For some, family is everything.
For some, it’s nothing.
But no one knows what family is.

I got a bird who checks on my health every morning.
Got a mother who wakes up early
to prepare some meal
and creates hygiene.

Got a father who works day and night
still making sure I sleep at night.

Got a naughty sister —
teases me all day, all night,
but still there when I cried.

I fight easily with anyone —
got a brother’s back to hide.

Got a lover who is polite.
Got some friends who know their boundaries.
Got some poets who don’t judge me,
even when I write bad poetries.

Got a vulture who comes at night,
making sure I sleep alright.

I know
I can still thrive without them in my life…
but then
I will head
to a meaningless life.
RED Jul 15
You danced on the street—
thought I didn’t see.
But I was there,
hiding quietly
under the tree.

You don’t believe it,
but I caught it all—
the moment he knelt,
the ring,
your pause,
your gentle fall.

You turned him down.
I don’t know why,
but I feared the ending
that might follow the sky.

Seven years slipped like breeze through leaves—
and yet,
you still dance
on those same old streets.

Just something’s changed...
Now,
you’re holding my hand.
RED Jul 15
He rose… and saw the truth alone—
The love he held was long since gone.
She’d melted into silent air,
Found her peace, beyond despair.

He had freedom, she had grace,
But both still missed the other’s face.
He chose to freeze, to let time slow,
Yet she held tight—won’t let him go.

She knew too well where joy once lay,
And begged him not to fade away.
But he… he killed the death they knew,
To give her skies to wander through.

She gained a life where she could shine,
And he became the stars… divine.
Many souls were hurt in the first poem I realized I didn't gave it the perfect ending this one is still not perfect but a realization if you are hurt again keep up the story there is going to be P3 too
  Jul 15 RED
Darla Haven
"Men have opinions too."
No ****, of course they do.—
She murmurs as he rolls his eyes.
Maybe that’s the reason she tries.

"Men have opinions too."
She obviously knows that’s true.
She wouldn’t be the feminist she is,
If it weren’t for words like his.

"Men have opinions too."
If they didn’t you couldn’t say that,
COULD YOU?
So my uncle told me this. It was after his wife said that she kinda wishes she had not changed her last name (to his) and I declared that I am not changing my last name for a man, and if I had kids they’d have the same surname as me (‘cause like I would be the one birthing them). And my uncle no **** says: “MEN HAVE OPINIONS TOO” Like yeah Sherlock of course they do.
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