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 Sep 2023 Winter
August
He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.
 Sep 2023 Winter
Mudashi
Purple Cows
 Sep 2023 Winter
Mudashi
I wish the world would give me one more chance
To paint outside the lines;
and have purple cows and red seas,
and green faces, and blue trees.
I wish the world would give me one more chance
To live through every minute of my dreams
With no worries, no fears;
No pressure, no tears,
I wish the world would give me one more chance
But this time make it a little bit better,
Cause I really hate it here.
 Sep 2023 Winter
Mudashi
My Darling
 Sep 2023 Winter
Mudashi
When blue turns to gray,
and everything you believed in goes away.
When your heart cries in ache,
and your eyes can no longer stay awake.
Oh My Darling,
Don't you lose faith
for I'm just a whisper away
 Sep 2023 Winter
j a connor
the emptiness of a blank page is my expectation of tomorrow
whether I choose to fill it with joy or sadness is not always up to me but if I colour it with positivity my mind will be free
 Jul 2023 Winter
Harriet Shea
I walked the woodland
of my dreams
drank the water of truth
blessed me in front of
the waterfall of beauty
I wrote down words that
floated from my heart to
mind
Not once have I feared life
would not be fair.

I climbed the mountain
brave and proud
I joined the Bird's free
within the realm of
all I believed
I still climb my mountain
maybe a little stronger
in spirit, somewhat wiser
spreading my wings flying with the
wind of promise.

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 Jul 2023 Winter
Odd Odyssey Poet
I'm two sides of being psychotic and iconic,
But right I'm in between being ironic
Lasting sickening thoughts that feel quite chronic,
With so many voices in my head I yell out, "stop it"
The shy guy who chokes on his words, that feels like *****
And still chasing dreams, with a constant anxiety that's so hard to run from it
While my moods switch up so quick, like a liar trying to switch a topic
A subject to excersing my self torture,
Searching himself; as a piece of myself, I might of lost it
With every bone to pick with the skeletons nicely packed in my closet

But in the end I have to remind myself,
"hey, you're pretty awesome"
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