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 Feb 2021 Jay M
shortweeb
The smell of love roams the air

Not only the smell of love but the smell of heartbreak

The smell of broken trust

The smell of scrolling on Instagram seeing them happy with someone else

The smell of wearing there clothes so it feels like they are holding you

The smell of crying on the day of love

It truly smells like Valentines Day.
Happy early valentines day everyone!
 Feb 2021 Jay M
shortweeb
Different
 Feb 2021 Jay M
shortweeb
Mom,
It is a different kind of pain
It is a different kind of sadness
It is a different kind of happiness
It is a different kind of excitement
It is a different kind of crying
It is all different than what you think...
I am in more pain then you will ever know. But I will continue to keep saying it until you believe how different I really am.
This is my first poem and I'm kind of scared
 Feb 2021 Jay M
Evelyn Ann
Every day we face challenges or triumphs.
Like a game, we move on to the next level.
Retry the same level until we finally pass.

Living Day to Day or Day by Day,
we each overcome obstacles in our own way
and experience life in a different way.

Every decision I make, every decision you make,
every decision we make will take us down different roads.
We are human beings, we will never come to the same crossroad.
We each have an equal right to make mistakes.

Let us acknowledge that we, we are perfect.
 Feb 2021 Jay M
shortweeb
A lot of us wake up in the morning and wonder...
"Why am I getting up? There is no reason too."
Some of us wake up and just have no motivation to get up
I am one of those people
I don't have much motivation for pretty much anything
But I get up every morning
Not because I want to
But because I have to
So if your like me with no motivation do what I do
When you wake up you say
"One Small Accomplishment"
When you get ready for the day you say
"One Small Accomplishment"
By the end of the day when you go to lay down you say
"All of this was one big accomplishment."
This poem was for someone who is having a hard time and I want her to know she isn't alone!
 Feb 2021 Jay M
N
II
 Feb 2021 Jay M
N
II
Lover,
I still fear the heavy
silence of the night

Will you lull me
to a long sleep?
 Feb 2021 Jay M
N
But A Dream
 Feb 2021 Jay M
N
A year has passed,
and I am still writing
poems—pleas—for her

Three years,
and my stubborn heart
still yearns for hers

It has been so long,
and I fear I may have
dreamt you, dear one
 Feb 2021 Jay M
N
A Letter For Her
 Feb 2021 Jay M
N
You,
I tried to forget

Does my longing
not reach you?

You,
who abandoned my trembling hands,
it is my dreams you will not leave

But tell me,
is there a cure for longing?
 Feb 2021 Jay M
32x
i am damaged
 Feb 2021 Jay M
32x
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
 Feb 2021 Jay M
Thomas W Case
I've said her eyes had
the color of a madness shade
of blue.
That's not true.
They are the color of
love and angels, and
eternal spring.
Her eyes sing of
motherhood and light rain.
The sun shines through them-
a tepid pool that I
want to jump in and swim;
back float through the
daisies and spilled juice,
through the ravens-
all the way to heaven.
Check out my you tube channel where I read from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuA8Y43KHPE
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