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Who sat on my Valley of Desolation
and made me sick out of superbia
and gave me the hit of rueful living .

The scene of meadows and woods one
far more better than the of life .
I cried for my place and incapacitatedly
ran down the footprint of commoner.
The edge of the cliff made me perceive
the demarcation between life and death .
Between grief and relief .
Life Death is common to all and nature accompany us is this journey
Good or bad
Speak only
As much as
The audience is willing to understand, take
Relate
Words
Shhh no - one’s not listening  :))
 Feb 2020 Chris
ArielMarriel
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
 Feb 2020 Chris
Maddy
Do you leave well enough alone?
Dont fix what is not broken.
Accept what is and not quest for what could be improved and made better
Is complacency the answer?
We go back to basics when Technology lets us down or isnt working
Have we forgotten yesterday when tomorrow isnt a given
Have we not apprecisted today?
Its wealth and gifts.
Do we know where we are going to or towards?

C@Rainbowchaser2020
 Feb 2020 Chris
SoVi
Battle Cry
 Feb 2020 Chris
SoVi
Snow that falls
Breaths that cease
Hands that freeze
Eyes don't see

Can you move?

From the world
As they wrap
Their hands
On your throat

Can you scream?

For mercy
Salvation and
Vindication
For your dreams

Can you fight?

With your hands
Holding a blade
Aimed straight
Pointing at them

Or will you die?

Final exhale
A sigh goodbye
Hand outstretch
Towards the sky



© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Inspiration: Prelude in E Minor by Audiomachine
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