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 Dec 2018 Bek Blanchard
Beatrice
I am sitting in the sun
Wind brushing off
Pure tears of suffer
My mind goes numb

Dropping on the tiles
Just like the spring rain
It calms me down
It's going to be okay

Numbness slowly goes away
The sweet melody in my brain
Makes the world pitch black
In a rather delightful way

Hello love, long time no see
A promise to never leave ?
Well now we will be together
Cause eternity is forever.
Waiting for your opinions or suggestions ,cause they are valuable to me ,because that's the only way for me to know my mistakes and get better at writing poems.
why do i crumble
fall into pieces of
oats and sugar
something beautiful
in a white bowl, but
a mess on the floor
when i wake up
in an empty house
why do i wither like
brown leaves
under brand new and
borrowed boots atop
autumn sidewalks
when i’m alone,
i’m alone,
i’m alone
it is not enough
to eat breakfast
however small
to wash my hair with
coconut milk
to not step out into
the busy street;
i freeze before the ice
touches me
i do not allow
the chance to warm
my own hands
i lie down, on
***** sheets,
and wait for someone
anyone
anything
to awaken me
In the cascade of my feelings,

a steep precipice separated the ways

disconnecting every bit from you

left me waiting on the long days
 Dec 2018 Bek Blanchard
putiira
we dream in words
because it's all we see
say it with soul
say it loud
then say it bold...
 Dec 2018 Bek Blanchard
Traveler
Into a corner
Of madness
I've been forced
Crazy dictates
My every course

Windows with bars
Once held me in
Chains and cages
Unforgivable sins

Loved ones lost
Far in the past
Regrets are shared
Emotions amassed
  
Poison waters
Hold my truths
Grew up in Flint
Youth without youth
Traveler Tim

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttqMGYHhFFA
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Lost in the periphery of my mind
dusk to dawn
the sharpness of thoughts descend like an on pour

And unto every glistering drip, my body flows with it
melting
cascading

Further to my purpose
or further away I wouldn’t impose

as I would happily be a martyr
to my flowing essence
because what’s harder than fighting our gift
is letting it be our curse
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