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Life
Is
Full
Of
Choices,
You can't
Always make
The right
Ones,
But
You can
Always learn
From
The wrong;
Your own
And that
Of others
And make
Your life
Easier.
.
   oo
    oo
         oo
               oo
o                    oo
oo                       oo
ooo                       ooo
ooo                    ooo
oooooooooooo
oooooo

•an
eternity it
   seems like•dang-
ling your hook in the
sea of life•hoping for bre-
am, salmon or pike•one of
which would make the perfect
wife•many a fish in rivers and lakes
•plenty more awaiting in oceans and seas•
many would do whatever it takes • battling
the days' heat  and  nights' breeze • wishing
upon      many moonbeams•followed      by
•            the  passing of indifferent          •
sun-rays •waiting an
entire  lifetime
it seems
•just to
finally land
that coveted catch 
  of the                 day 
   •                           •


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Concrete Poem 6 of 30

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how I'm all but
suffocated
by the story of her
wake
& somehow she is always
busy;
I've crawled so far
out of my way

I cannot stand to
sit and listen
to my heartbeat falling faint
its own pulsation makes me dizzy
& veins paint painfully her face


so I can call it quitting
now that everything's turned grey
& all my cannot haves are useless
just like, loving you this *way
>|< Julie Butler
it feels a lot like
lying down
this
swimming in loops -
I'll eventually drown;
it's the
peak of a scream
to release what you've found
to find love through
dead trees
& what they leave
on the ground
It's turning me blue
& has
silenced my mouth
but my throat hurts
from choking on
sticking around
>|< Julie Butler
I didn't -
fall out of love
I tumbled, backward;
overly-tired
chocking on Z's
and poetry:
my, indecent way of
overexposing my
love for you
and
no one likes to be embarrassed
but
I'd rather be that than
without you
so I tortured myself
I strangle my own neck
over and over again
with palms that
want nothing to do with me;
I'd rather
fall asleep
under water
than
breathe this way
*anymore
>|< Julie Butler
In everything you do
I can feel love
In everything you talk
I can feel love
But
I don't know why
You are not confessing
Your Love to me
We all have become so exceptionally good at faking our happiness…We no longer know when we are actually happy or when the smile is only for the world to see and not to be felt.
#fakingit #depression
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