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 Jul 2022 solEmn oaSis
Grey
I sent messages.
Asking.
Wondering.
Searching.
Some I couldn’t take back,
Yet the other i unsent.
Partials of my heart;
The deepest truest parts scattered across the winds.
Now the last remnants of a wholehearted loving boy,
Gone.
Truly now I am empty.
I have no more.
I am truly hollow.
I am what remains.
You are stronger then you know
You are happier then you seem
You are braver then you think
Your beautiful path awaits thee…
 Jul 2022 solEmn oaSis
Nisha
Forgotten words I meant to write
I only wonder where they go
Things lost and never found
Where are they now?
Forever gone and spoken once
The little phrases that meant a lot
Words that were meant to be written
are just lost...
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 Jul 2022 solEmn oaSis
Psychosa
With the wrong person,
Nothing will ever be enough.
With the right person,
Nothing will be more than enough.
i suppose
i love my scars
because
they have
stayed with me
longer
than most people
have
I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.


By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
Why
Why do you push people away?

"I want them to be happy."
singing to make your voice dance
and dance to make your body sing
crying a happy-teary painting,
a more silent-loud kind of poetry-painting that speaks
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