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 Nov 16
Aimée
I'm not a cynic
I was a dreamer
Afraid having her wings clipped
So I grabbed the shears
Before someone else could

That doesn't change the fact
That I was made to fly
 Nov 16
betterdays
Foggy breath on glass
As I wrap my scarf tighter
Crisp and clear today.
 Nov 16
betterdays
Each Day
a marathon
Unto itself
 Nov 16
betterdays
Cold fingers touch my
Heart as we await news of your
Condition  ....Hoping....
In too common an occurrence.. we have a friend ...in hospital... With Covid19....and all we can do is hope pray and wiat for ***
 Nov 16
betterdays
Sun rises,
softly  creeping across the  leaf
upon which I sit.
Quiet and serene.

Green is the leaf,
Green I have become,
still and serene
I am leaf, leaf is me,
We are one under this day's sun.
Do not see me,
see me not.

I am leaf,
I am not here.
I am chlorophyll, dozing they day away..
I am leaf,
leaf is me.

I am still,
Quiet and serene
I am green,
blend, blending
into  green.
Unseen, serenely
green.

Verdant, is my name
Statue - like
stillness
is my game.
Still, serene, green

I am leaf,
Leaf is me..
I am leaf,
I am leaf...
Tiny green tree frog  siting on a leaf..
Trying so very hard to stay unseen...
 Nov 16
Liana
I could like whatever I wanted to like

My dad got upset as he always did
Usually something unpleasant for me
Until I decided that it was simply funny
And that I got a kick out of it
And though this was not true
It helped a bit


It was raining and I was walking home from school
Soaked and miserable
Until I decided I liked to walk in the rain
And the rest of the walk went by
---no pain!


I had tripped and fell
Bleeding and trying not to cry
Until I decided that people just decided that pain was a bad thing
So I told myself that I enjoyed it
And it helped a bit
True stories. I really believe that this works, at least to a certain extent.
 Nov 16
Traveler
A wise man
once tried to teach me
if all else seems to fail
listen to the universe
the wisdom that it tells.

The voices within
the white noise
unfolding like a spell..
The vibration illuminates
the reasons for your hell..

Open up your spirit's eyes
see what can't be seen…
This is only temporary
all this suffering
........
Traveler Tim
I’ve noticed
there’s a lot of sad poems on HP today.
 Nov 16
JDK
Misspoken broken half-truths and lies;
Classic.
The dump button glows nearby;
ten second delay.
Let 'er rip and kiss it goodbye.

The lifetime spent before it writhing in sheets,
hastily erected schemata with guts knotted up;
misjudged calculations and justifications -
not so easily dumped.

Tripped over admissions and half-felt surprise;
Classic.
The eject button lights up nearby,
hovered over with shaky digits.
Hit it quick and let 'er rip.
No time for goodbyes.

Count the secrets that you keep.
Fingers crossed the roof won't leak.
Took a chance and caught a peak.
Count your blessings and be careful what you seek.
Test the waters.
Talk is cheap.

Stolen dance with mistaken feet.
A lit up button to admit defeat.
Hesitate until it's too late to get away.
Classic.
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