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Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Jul 2018 Rj
Micrography-Mike D

You decimate!
Stabbing my core
Now added to
scars from before

Another rip
What’s one more tear?
I do not speak
I'm struck with fear
This is my path
Fate has no choice
I tell myself
With inner voice

She does not hit
There’s no contact
Her weapons, words
A deep impact


With a true strike
Inflicted pain
And damage caused
Sometimes sustained
But very worst
From punch or kick
My body harmed
Can not inflict
The type of wounds
When letters placed
Creating words
My soul disgraced

The fabric stitched
that makes up me
Together holds
my entity


Of essence it
Can penetrate
A wound so deep
That’s it; Checkmate
Forever changing
who I am
So powerful
An altered plan
And bit by bit
it takes away
the strength within
no longer stays
My fading soul
I am no more
I’m just a pet
A "thing" to store


An item
under lock and key
Forever lost
No longer 'me'
Written: June 30, 2018

All rights reserved.
 May 2018 Rj
Jean Lewis
Nightmare #2
 May 2018 Rj
Jean Lewis
The worst nightmare
is not a dream
that makes you cry
and ends when you wake up
but it is where you have to
wake up from bed everyday
feeling like crying
missing someone
and literally
living everyday as a nightmare
and only ends when you die.
Nightmare #2
-Jean Lewis
 May 2018 Rj
Eric W
Consider me like an afterthought
and I will fade away.
Drifting
 May 2018 Rj
Sarah Gray Isenberg
Boys
Ask me
Why I can’t cook
And keep a house
And I tell them
My mother
Spent my childhood
Teaching me
What it meant
To be a bigger
Man than
Even they
Learned to be
 May 2018 Rj
Bragi
A Wall
 May 2018 Rj
Bragi
If I was separated from you
By a wall
12 feet tall
With no way to pass
Or make it fall
  I’d ask for glass
    A small window placed
      At the height of my shoulders
        The height of your face.
          Only one way
            A mirror of mine
              So I could see you
                While you move on with time.
                             I’d watch you smile
                             I’d watch your grace
                             I’d see his joy
                             As you dance till embrace.
                    You would grow old
                  Gifted with grandchildren
                But you would be happy
             As I looked on in.
         As life fades from sight
      You’d remember a time
    Of a boy who once was yours
And wishes you were mine.
 May 2018 Rj
Pax
Too many shattered Mirrors
Mirroring my sins.

Too many walls
Hindering my wings.

My growth remains
  still
as silence Kills.

How do you love the
Unloved?
I was never a writer
I was just some poet
Who seek some
understanding in my
understatement @pax

at times I feel so tired...
thanks to those who still read me..
Sadly, I don't mind.
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