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 May 2015 Sethnicity
Matt
Yesterday
Hello Poetry was down
That made me have a little frown

I had planned a poem in my head
And thought about it more before going to bed

It's called "The Crying Time"
Yesterday about 45 min before 3
This was not a good time for me

That used to be about the time
When I felt so fine

She used to listen to my poems
I her welcoming office, I met her there

She means so much to me
But our relationship and those times have ceased to be

So on Fridays a bit before three
Will the loving women of hello poetry think of me?

Send your love and warm feelings to
I send my love back to you

I wish I had a loving woman to say "there there"
To pat my back with great care
 May 2015 Sethnicity
mia
sometimes,
people give up.
not in just in life,
in their peers,
in their family.
however,
i am one of those people
who give up on
*themselves.
i feel like this is **** but idrc lol
 May 2015 Sethnicity
AK Bright
Destiny will not be found
in the realm of time
Limited to our own imaginations

We are all but strangers in this land
It is those who find a belonging to this world
 who are truly lost

Echoes we chase of discontentment
Searching for pieces we think we lost
or never had

Hearing the voices inside and out
Declaring "You Don't Belong"

Wanderers, explorers, seekers at best
Life is a Sojourn
    not a place to nest
 May 2015 Sethnicity
Ai
     "Sit in my hand."
I'm ten.
I can't see him,
but I hear him breathing
in the dark.
It's after dinner playtime.
We're outside,
hidden by trees and shrubbery.
He calls it hide-and-seek,
but only my little sister seeks us
as we hide
and she can't find us,
as grandfather picks me up
and rubs his hands between my legs.
I only feel a vague stirring
at the edge of my consciousness.
I don't know what it is,
but I like it.
It gives me pleasure
that I can't identify.
It's not like eating candy,
but it's just as bad,
because I had to lie to grandmother
when she asked,
"What do you do out there?"
"Where?" I answered.
Then I said, "Oh, play hide-and-seek."
She looked hard at me,
then she said, "That was the last time.
I'm stopping that game."
So it ended and I forgot.
Ten years passed, thirtyfive,
when I began to reconstruct the past.
When I asked myself
why I was attracted to men who disgusted me
I traveled back through time
to the dark and heavy breathing part of my life
I thought was gone,
but it had only sunk from view
into the quicksand of my mind.
It was pulling me down
and there I found grandfather waiting,
his hand outstretched to lift me up,
naked and wet
where he rubbed me.
"I'll do anything for you," he whispered,
"but let you go."
And I cried, "Yes," then "No."
"I don't understand how you can do this to me.
I'm only ten years old,"
and he said, "That's old enough to know."
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