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I say I'm okay
but I'm not
I'll have my good days
and I'll have my worst
but until the day
I go to bed without
a feeling of dread
or tears on the bed
pounding in my head
the inability to catch my breath
I'm not okay

I won't truly be okay
Until the day
I can say hello
without having to rehearse it
or wonder if I said it
too quiet
or too loud
if it even came out
and worrying if
the conversation will go past that

If the most I say
about how I'm feeling
is okay
and you had to ask in the first place
I'm probably not

If I'm more worried
if you're okay
than I'm probably not
because until I unlearn
how to pick everybody but myself up
I'm not

I say I'm okay
so you don't have to worry about me
but I'll still cling to all the care
and love you give to me
because I'm still unsure
if its all I get
so until the day
I don't feel the need
for reassurance that you care for me
I'm not okay

Until the day
I can no longer relate to this
I'm not okay
but I'm working on it
You're not a Golden Boy,
And you never were meant to be.
You are a force of desperation,
Seeking salvation.
You live to be free.
That is the reason why
You may forever be bound
To the saviors of the Underground.

You were a bit of a child.
The world was having its way with you.
You tried to make a declaration,
A revelation,
Some celebration.
You tried some chemical shock.
As a dried leaf floats downstream,
It is steryl as an early angel.

You're just a Rolling Roy,
The drifting dust on a beam of sunlight.
You suffer from separation,
By invitation,
And so many things to see.
It is no wonder why
Your golden boy will not be found,
Except by those of the Underground.
This is not a sad poem. It is about how one finds himself, among who seem to be the unlikeliest of people.
It can happen that way sometimes. It means other things, too, but I think I will bask in the accomplishment of what is abstract for a while before giving full disclosure.
 Jul 2015 Secret Poet
J
Her
 Jul 2015 Secret Poet
J
Her
I looked at her the other day,
Stared at her beautiful face.
My mouth had nothing to say,
Knowing she could fill this empty space.
She was really kind,
Helpful to others,
Leaving no one behind,
Treating people like sisters and brothers.
Her amazing looks caught my eye
But her astounding personality caught my heart.
I'd never want to say goodbye,
Because this is just the start.
Just had nothing to do, literally.
 Jul 2015 Secret Poet
Jasmin
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
 Jul 2015 Secret Poet
Carolin
He opened
his mouth
and love
letters
came
out* ~
10W


we are only pieces of ourselves
until we are

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SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/16/2015
What is life?
Is it a ringing bell?
Or it might be love,
Any way you spell,
Life is not a lonely dark night,
Neither, it is hell,
Have faith, belief, and devotion,
Spread its lovely smell,
Life always gave you chance,
Whenever you fell,
Go for your lovely dreams,
Ignore what they foretell
Love, be a keyword for you,
So do I wish you, well
You got to play a bigger role,
You are not a tiny cell,
Open up, be friendly,
Get out of your shell,
Love is life,
Life is all love, that is how I spell!!
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