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To be the poet is really not that much

To be the inspiration
That takes a certain touch.  

I struggle with the words to capture that time. Alone with the vision of you so sublime.

The worse part of  having a muse.
Is that to them you are of no use.

If anyone cared this much about you to focus their day on all that you do.

You would feel so happy, its what you want most . But your eyes are blind to this simple host.

You search so long for someone to hold you dear all the while I'am right here.

My words written here you'll likely never see and the love that I felt will be felt but by me.
 Aug 2018 Danial John
Joliver
My body
                                        Worthless
                                                  ­            A blank canvas
                                          Too small
                                                           ­   Thin
                                           Scrawny
                                                         ­      Lanky
                                            Wasted
        ­                                                       Potential
                                         Disgusting
                                                      ­         Imperfect
                                          Unhealthy
   ­                                                            Fine
                                        Disgraceful
        ­                                                       Awkward
                                    
                                    What they see
                                                             ­  Doesn't matter
                                       Whether a 4
                                                               ­ Or a 7
                                     My 108 lbs
                                                             ­    Isn't what I am
My body
Isn't me
I tried to do a thing where the left is a negative look at my body which I deal with on a daily basis, and the right is a more positive outlook. My body isn't perfect, far from it, but that's okay
 Aug 2018 Danial John
MicMag
sometimes love's just broken
you're not sure how to fix it
not sure if you should nix it

sometimes love calls out from far away
you're not sure what to do
not sure what to say

sometimes love keeps calling you back
you're not sure where to go
not sure, yes or no

sometimes love just wants you
sometimes you want love

sometimes love makes no sense
sometimes love is ordained from above
sometimes love don't feel like love

sometimes love follows me
sometimes love can last
sometimes love won't leave me alone
sometimes love won't pass
Part 2 of an old series of musings on love

Part 1:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2587451/sometimes-love-1/
Just caught outside
Still broken inside
Never have I seen
What true light is like
Just caught outside
Still broken inside
I pay my dues
To Father Time

Here I stand
A nomad

Cracked road, broken road
The place that I call home
This perfect place I’ve seen
I’m undeserving
Cracked road, broken road
The only road I’ve known
The one mistake I’ve seen
Is trying

Here I stand
A nomad

I’m on my own
With no one’s heart to hold
A lonely place to be
It suits me
I’m on my own
With no one’s heart to hold
Only now do I see
This is all that’s left for me

Here I stand
A nomad
On this journey called life, I'm surrounded by millions of travelers. But ultimately my journey is done alone.
 Jul 2018 Danial John
Anne Curtin
Was
I
born
only
to
grieve?
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