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The clouds cry too,
But we call it rain-
When their life gets hard
They turn all grey
They grumble when upset
And look at bit down
They start to feel heavy
And that’s when start to cry
Hear hear it on the roof
The steady tap, tap, tap
It falls so gracefully
And waters down the earth
Because sometimes
The clouds need to cry too
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Tell your story live it to the fullest
Believe in yourself when others do not
Keep going strong see opportunity
Most settled the have the nerve to complain
Another road block with haters
Detoured with doubters in the way
Taking on the journey full of growth
Learned from those encounters
Gained from every experience
Need more inspired role models
Observed who not to be like do better
Loved the wrong people left with regret
Hated by people that got called out
Excluded not alone wiggle room to be free
Life goes on with or without any say
Made it through the day time to reflect
Another moment in time spent floating
Taken away from the numbing pain
Able to heal feel whole again
Tomorrow is
nebulous at best.
A dream of one
who still sleeps.
You are alive now.
Awake in this fresh
green world.
In the planning, we
forget to live.

Ask the mice and men
how plans go.
There are traps and
trivialities that keep
you from carrying on.
Funny things happen on
the way to the bank.
My mom died while
grocery shopping.

Today, peers back at
you from the mirror.
Breath and heartbeat.
Desire and passion.
No one survives this
story.
You're the author and the
protagonist, write it
well.
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Here's a link to my You Tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books, available on Amazon.

I'm proud to announce the release of my newest book, Sleep Always Calls Poems due to be released later this month.
Hope lies still
it doesnt sway
its a cat looking for prey
not a fish chasing a hook
first poem!please tell me what i can do to improve!!
key
the key is trying
and not letting go
the key is crying
but not giving up
the key is loving
but not losing hope
the key is choosing
and not choosing wrong
I walk into the house,
A dim orange light came creeping from the living room
I see the fire but I dont stop,
Out the door I go
The cold biting my face
Sending a threatening shiver
I slightly shake

I look up the hill from across the driveway,
I slowly walk up.

I hear the screams of the hungry animals,
Who knew they couldn't survive without us,
But I don't stop for them.
I don't stop for anyone.

I walk to a small tree,
Oranges dangling.
I grab one and start to peel off its skin,
Revealing its delicious core.

I grab a piece and take a bite.

I can almost see myself,
But there's something about me that wasn't really me
She was young
She was happy

I can almost hear her,
She's laughing along with someone else
She's laughing with her dad.

There's something about him that wasn't really him
He was young
He was happy

I continue to eat.

It was a bittersweet orange.
How many shades of gray can you count
Staring up at the rain clouds?
Would you be able to name them,
Give them a purposeful pallet in which to contrast against
Would they go well with marble or subway tile?
Could you see it defaulting a room to a “create-a-character” meh?

Could you assign them to moods?
Let each shade or shape of the clouds tell a story
Each one or color depicts a mental illness and how it cascades in the mind.
What depicts depression, is it the darkest gray or the lightest?
How would you label the spectrum?

What of the rain?
Could we categorize how it pours down?
If it’s by its sides is it sliding into indifference?
What about the dull droll of straight down,
Is that just melancholic, or simply a chance to shower outside?
Let the natural spritz renew with vigorous remiss
And chase away sorrow in cool or warm damp praise.

Whatever the case,
However, the time is spent in malaise
Remember the sun will return,
And so too will color.
It's a rainy day and bumming me out, so this is what my brain concoted
I saw the light in your eyes go out as I leave,                                        
                  ­                                                                 ­                               
heard you struggle for breath 'cause the air went with me                                                               ­     
                                                           ­                                                               
I have to admit I was more than pleased,                                                         ­                                                     
           ­                                                                 ­                                            
for the past hundred years you did it to me                                                          
    ­                                                                 ­                                                     
I wanted to look back & see if you were crying                                                      
    ­                                                                 ­                                                 
and it took all my strength to stop me from trying                                      
                                                                ­                                                          
  I wanted to watch your heartache firsthand                                                        ­
                                                                ­                                                  
  but then I'd be like you & I'm better than that                                        
                    ­                                                                 ­                               
  I'd have to be satisfied leaving you sitting there                                                            ­                  
                                                                ­                                        
   knowing that I hate you & now life is fair
Its fine
Isn't always what it means
It could be a scream for help

Its fine
Isn't what i mean
It's a scream of help

“Its fine”
I say with a smile
But you broke my heart

“Im fine”
I say with a smile
But my ego is broken
My soul is crushed
My confidence abandoned
My self love is non-existent
My happy thoughts have turned dark
My will for life was hug by their rope
My back has been stabbed

Whose rope?
Whose knife?
They ask and ask
It's the people who told me,
Your not good enough
It's the people who called me,
Pimple face
Fatty
annoying
It's the people who left me
When i needed them most
It's the people i thought i could trust
Its the peoples words who cut me
Who gave me scars
And i cover those scars
Along with everything they told me was wrong
I plater a smile

“Its fine”
I say

“Im fine”
I say
When I was younger I craved attention
Because someone stole it away
I wanted to play with mom and dad
But it wasn’t just me
How can a girl go from only to oldest
That quickly?
I cried when mom loved them more
And I cried when dad said I was being childish
I was only two
Guess that’s what they expect when your oldest,
To have a mature, stable daughter
That will clean her dishes when the others don’t
And her room spotless
To this day I won’t live up to expectations
Never have and never will
There will always be something for me to do
Because I’ve messed up everything else.

When I was younger i would hit my own head
Out of stress and anger
Guess that’s what I get for being oldest
I’ll put stress on myself even if I don’t need it
And I’ll criticize everything I do because that’s all I’ve had my whole life
Dad always yelled about how my grades ******
And how I’d never have a life
Or a boyfriend
If I kept this up

Guess I’m the messed up daughter with the messed up face
I was told to not touch my face
So I’ve grown not to love it
And even now when I’m guilty I’ll spare the blood
Draw across the board like it won’t scar later
Guess that’s what I get for being the eldest daughter
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