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 Apr 2020 St
efni
rescue
 Apr 2020 St
efni
out of pure desperation
i reached for the window
and opened it to beg the stars
for help. for rescue

then
i counted

the things i could see
until my faded vision cleared

the things i could hear
until the raging voices quieted

the things i could feel
until the endless shaking ceased

i lied there forever
with freshly dried tears on my face
still breathing heavy from the
pain i was drowning in

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i hope this helps someone. anyone
this simple action brought me back to the present
and saved me from myself tonight
 Apr 2020 St
Dom
Sixth Sense
 Apr 2020 St
Dom
With death comes a 6 sense
Your scent, your tears  
I can feel when I'm all alone in bed
When no one is around you come to me
Your walk, your cough
I can hear when I am lounging around
At 8am on a lonely day I accept
It’s amazing...when someone dies and you can still feel them see them hear them and smell them so to me I consider this a 6th sense. hope some can relate & you don’t feel so alone. Prayers up for those who have lost a loved one!
 Apr 2020 St
Meera
You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken
Dedicated to all the poets here. I feel happy to be a part of the community.
 Apr 2020 St
The Non-Poet
butterfly
 Apr 2020 St
The Non-Poet
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid
 Apr 2020 St
Walt Whitman
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.

A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time—all inanimate forms,
All Souls—all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes—the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women—me also;
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages;
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe;
All lives and deaths—all of the past, present, future;
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.
 Apr 2020 St
zumee
seeing is believing
to an eye that ever tries

showing is deceiving
when the unseen never lies
no Truth is as insecure as to require your belief
 Apr 2020 St
liakey
label
 Apr 2020 St
liakey
give me a number,
the appropriate label,
and compare me to the rest.

set me aside for a rainy day when you’ve exhausted through your list.

lets face it,
i’m just another: nothing more, nothing less.

everything i am to you
is that which you can see.

you simplify me down
to something for your frail mind read.

sometimes I wonder if this feeling is the voice of my own perceived inadequacy?
will someone ever really just love me for me?
 Apr 2020 St
maria
I want to be captivating
I want to be bright
I want to make you laugh
I want to bring tears to your eyes
I want to have something to offer

That doesn’t fade with time
 Apr 2020 St
themisunderstood
Politicians,
we hate them the most
Irony
is a funny thing
The people
we hate the most
are the people
who can actually
carry out
the change
that we
so greatly desire
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