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 Sep 2018 Mae
Peace
Craving..
 Sep 2018 Mae
Peace
Inhale
             me
like
          I
am
               your
last
                       cigarette..

Let my
nicotine
be the
wine
you
need
to
unwind..
 Sep 2018 Mae
She Writes
Blind Faith
 Sep 2018 Mae
She Writes
Should I believe in a higher power
That I can not touch, see, or feel?
That lets innocent people be broken
Then worship him to heal

Should I trust that he is the reason
That I live every day
If I need a miracle
Drop down on my knees and pray

I don’t know how I feel
Or what I should believe
My god had forsaken me
Left me feeling naive

I want to trust
That he has purpose for me
From this indecision
I long to be free

Is blind faith a sign
Of strength or weakness
This indecision
Leaves me sleepless
 Sep 2018 Mae
raicyd
i'm
     sorry
         that
             every
                     word,
                              i
                                write
                                      bleeds
                                               in
                                                  dark
                                                          ink...
                                                   scratches
                                              on
               ­                             to
                                     your
                              skin,
                         like
                   pen
                on
       rough  
papers...
           i'm
                sorry
                         if
                              i
                                     don't
                                              use
         ­                                              my
                                                        words,­
                                                    the  
                                            way
               ­                      it
                         should
          be
      when
i
write
             you.
i'm sorry if i write my poems from the way i should feel...
 Sep 2018 Mae
Barbara R Maxwell
Can’t you feel it?
The change?
The light is different?
Less intense
The air is getting cooler
Calming breezes
The season is upon us

Crisp nights
Colors coming
Reds, yellows, oranges and golds
Trees showing their best
Apples abound
Smells of cider and cinnamon
The season is upon us

Sweaters in stores
Fall coats
Warm socks
Blankets
The season is upon us

Hot chocolate
Soups
Apple pie
Bright colors
Hypnotic scents
The season is upon us
 Sep 2018 Mae
Nonah
It
 Sep 2018 Mae
Nonah
It
It keeps me awake
then
It keeps me asleep

It seeps like well water
as
Virginia vines may creep

It is who I am
yet
Not at all

I am defined by it
though
I am in control
 Sep 2018 Mae
mt
Morning
 Sep 2018 Mae
mt
The cows are milked,
and now I search for truth.
I wonder if it's living,
or trampled under hoof.
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