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My blood is rebel red,
So if I bleed,
They can't keep me down.

I stay strong,
Running till I see the sun.
Back against a cliff,

This isn't the time to slip.
When your heartbeat rises, you know you're fighting for the right thing. When the things you love are safe, you know you're done. But when you battle the sunset, you've never won.
Some sunny day,
Things will be better.
Less tears to cry,
Less reasons to cry them.
If we can't go on forever,
I'd prefer us to live a happy life.
Happy people are in short supply,
But in high demand.
Some day,
Happy people will be common,
It'll be the sad people who saved themselves,
That'll be respected.
How to find inspiration?
Google says;
-Try new routines.
-Expose yourself to new environments.
-Start engaging in activities to stimulate your brain.
(EA, Connecting with people, Connecting with nature, Brain Teasers Magazine 1937.)

I say,
Google is a robot.
Trying it’s best to understand,
Lofty human ideals,
When it was programmed to be down to earth.
The real secret sauce of poetry,
Journaling, noveling, shortstorying,
Is living.
I like new books,
Under new skies,
Trying to adapt to a new life.
You may like storm clouds rolling over mountain tops,
Or a crowded dance floor playing Spanish house music,
Neil likes punk rock.
When you’re out for inspiration,
The best place to go,
Is a place you know,
Or a place you’ve never been.
Today’s new book is ‘The Future’ by Neil Hilborn. A very down to earth slightly sarcastic take on poetry. Gifted to me by my like minded cousin Logan, it’s all about getting there, not where you end up.
I saw faith through the window,
A holy light burning in the trees,
So under the rug,
I brushed my sin,
A chance to repent again.

For some it may be an old street light,
Though for I,
It was nigh,
I see a new life,
Echoing in the storms of night.
I was gazing through the window when I saw a street light, bended by the trees into a sigil of strength for us in these hard times. We can rest sound knowing the light is coming, that darkness has had its day, and it’s time for us to take the throne of Nótt. To set fire to this temple, walking out burnt, but ready to rebuild.
  Jul 7 Abbott J Hardison
elena
my heart is full of so much love
yet where does it go when theres no outlet
nobody, nothing, nowhere
to receive such love
for i know where it goes
once bottled up
it turns into anger
raw
exposed anger
almost as strong as my love
almost.
strict parents who refrain from letting me see my bf
  Jul 7 Abbott J Hardison
elena
once i sat down
and the cat followed
now its everywhere i go
longing to sit once again
i fall into its arms
once im down
the cat lays on me
the sense of security i longed for
the peace
the simplicity
the comfort
the cat brings with it once its down
yet i cant stay like this forever
they say
so i get up
but im pulled back down
every time i try
the cat now has its grasp on me.
haha my therapist described my depression as a cat, so i thought to hone in on it
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