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 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Sandoval
Broken
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
woolgather
Dump #3
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
woolgather
06/07/17

Once more I am in nowhere;
Surrounded by people who know nothing;
Nothing of the grief I hold;
As I stagnate in the standstill of my time,
Revolving are the worlds around me.
The black sheep begs the wolf to eat him;
But even the predators elude him.
Such a sullen fate;
Yet the black sheep is grateful;
**As he says his last goodbyes.
I guess a useless journal

Now more senseless than ever
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Midas
I miss your morning kisses
And how you look pretty with your bed hair
I miss our morning coffees
And how you smile at me as you lay here

I miss your cooking — 'twas so heart warming
And whenever you're in the bathroom singing
I miss how you sound groggy in the morning
And how you sleep like a baby during evening

I miss those plump lips on mine
And when our fingers intertwine
I miss your cute little whinings
And those fun sleep talkings

I miss how your heart sounds
And how my heart just pounds
I miss how we mess around for hours
And those childish mini wars of ours

I too miss the kind of comfort you brought me
And those small out-of-this-world talks in glee
I miss everything really
I just misses you badly

I miss you here with me
I miss us together truly
I love you ever so deeply
I love the idea of you and me

So come home to me quickly
Cos I'll be here waiting for you happily
For this heart wants you only
And it'll be ****** if you're far away.
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Madison
.................................................................­.......................................................

        ­                          lost in midnight madness
                                         I can hear the clock
                                                  tick tock
                         A battle against the voice in my head

           "Don't go there”
                                                          ­                                  
                                                                ­           “But it’s time”

           “You’ll be fine”
                                                           ­                           
                                     ­                                     “Lose your mind”

                                 A breakdown of a different kind
                                    an insomniac with no reason
                                                    or rhyme

            “You’ll be fine”

                             I’ll only sleep when the sun wakes up

.............................................................­...........................................................
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Hollow
Death.
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Hollow
Got the call before noon.
I can't believe this news.
Jerry, you're gone.
I can't believe this news.
My nephews and sister left all alone.
I can't believe this news.
I can't process.
I can't.
How could this happen?
It is too soon for God to need you.
My sister needs you.
Johann needs you.
Jaben needs you.
I'm so sad.
You're gone.
This has to be a joke.
What a cruel cruel joke.
I need time to process.
I need this to sink in.
I need. I need.
060817
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Perri
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve
Oh no
I wear my sorrow in my eyes
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
SøułSurvivør
The man walked, shuffled,
Through blisters & sores.
His shopping cart stutters
Past the laden stores.
He's lost his mind
On rocky shores
He had hopes and
Dreams galore
Now he can't find them
Anymore.

In the land o' plenty
The woman lives hard.
Barely feeding her kids
With a food-stamp card.

The soldier lost limbs,
Now he's alone.
He is "housed"
But has no home.

[chorus]

We know the rhyme.
We know the riddle.
But they still get caught
In the middle.

Caught in the cracks
The streets for some.
Cement & sky
Is not a HOME.


Emily sits upon the stoop.
Goes to kitchens to get soup.

Michael lives.
He breathes.
He talks.
But he sleeps
In a cardboard box.

[chorus]

They're called vagrants.
They're called bums.
Labels they can't overcome.

Like wooden ships
Their only sea
Is in a bottle
They can't break free
Where's your HEART, society?
Where's your SOUL?

Your EMPATHY?

BRIDGE:
We must repent.
We must atone.
We ALL are guilty
To the bone.
We must help them

FIND A HOME.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/8/2017
Inspired by my reading.
I'm just writing it so it doesn't
"Go away"... I'm sure you can relate!
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Sarangi
Hope
 Jun 2017 Sisilia
Sarangi
Nimbus
Show me
One
Silver ray
I promise
I will stay alive
Until sun rise
Over the clouds
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