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 Sep 2014
Renae
I am heart & soul
I am nobody special
I don't claim to be
I write what I know
I write when Im mad
I write when I'm blue
I write about everything
I write just for you
I write about love
Though I know not
I'm just writing each line
with all of my heart
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
If I was tempted to get a big head, someone would quickly knock it down to the right size; In other words I would have a slice of humble pie.
I thought of this while getting ready for bed.
I hope you like this Random one!
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
We often think of flashbacks as being associated with tragic events
I have experienced some like mentioned above, but maybe they could be something more
In a flashback you can visualize something so intently and you feel like you are living it again
It can make such an emotional impact, it can be paralyzing and emotionally crippling
It can take years of therapy to try to move beyond it, you may feel like you may never be the same
The mind is a powerful thing, professionals say you can change dreams, maybe likewise you can try
to change flashbacks
It would be great to be able to so intensely remember a good memory that you feel as if you are living it again, perhaps remember a time with a friend or family member who has passed on
To remember the sound of their voice, what they said, what they were wearing, the smell of there cologne or perfume. how you felt when you were with them, perhaps having the positive emotions outweigh the negative if possible
It would be great to be able to be able to freeze frame like in the movies on a great moment
It would be great to remember something so intently that you read, such as a favorite poem or book that you remember it for years, or be able to recite it from memory      
I don't know all that our minds are capable of I don't know if you know either
I would love to flashback to your poems and how they made we feel, and recall them in a moments of stress, in a second of time, and melt my troubles away
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
I am not normally one to be at a loss of words
The funny thing is around you I get tongue tied
I wonder what do I fear we have been friends for many years
I wonder do I fear rejection, or am I seeking protection for my heart?
I am wondering if maybe, I don't want to lose such a great friend
Life is so complicated sometimes
If I don't take a chance I will never know
I don't want to be haunted by the should have done
I will muster up the courage and send you a message
I hope that sometime soon I can do a happy dance
 Sep 2014
Ann Beaver
pretty fascinating mind
appearing light,
flecking dangerously close.
swallow
let go

But keep one pinky on the edge.
Walk the line easily
between fascinating
and ******* with words.

fighting whats left inside me
i am or am i
laughing,
throwing my voice,
cracking the night,
And another bite mark
finds

A scar
A humble star
A version here
A ******* there

the quiet hits,
as it will,
defeat in my bones,
Quickly it does distill.
Looking around the room
momentarily left insane,
fringed, frightened,
buried cold

long dark rings
tucked in the eyes
black circles where you've hid
those years
behind.
Defined in every happy ending
to an ever-ending ride
In my pretty fascinating mind.
My favorite poet life's jump wrote this with me.
 Sep 2014
TrAceY
the challenge is to be surefooted
steps soft and light weaving
through the house as it resists
my every move
to stop and kiss innocent cheeks
make sure the bodies are still warm
prepare the same rituals
of hot coffee and cold juice
while the dogs wait patiently
for fresh air, water
they exist only for my care
and hurried touch
this day like any other
you are here as well
asleep in the back room
i know this as certain as i know
the path i need to take
towards my favorite chair
also waiting for me
to take pen to paper
in the near light
in the almost day
the challenge is to create a life story
strangers want to read
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
Attitude of Gratitude is the best day to start the day
It is harder to feel depressed when focusing on what I am thankful for
  I am thankful for friend here on Hello Poetry and in my life too
   I am thankful for my family
      I am thankful for my health
          I am thankful for each meal
            I am thankful for a roof over my head, and at night for a bed
              I am thankful for money to pay the bills
               I am thankful for clothing to keep me warm in winter and to help protect my skin in summer.
I feel so much gratitude for this and so much more.
I guess you could say I have blessings galore
 Sep 2014
A Love For Hatred
Will you love me when I'm 80
When I walk and talk real slow?
Will you love my wrinkles
If I let them show?
Will you hold me every night
And kiss me in the morning light?
And when I see my last sunrise
Will you hold me when I die?
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
There are not enough hours for reading, your wonderful Poetry
It seems that there are not enough hours in the day to read all the wonderful poems on here, my friends. I am sorry that I get behind at times.
 Sep 2014
Just Melz
The Silence Is Terrifying.
A creak from a chair or the rustling of paper is all that breaks it.
My thoughts are so loud.
I pity those who are not alone.
I feel scared to think,
for I might sound a whisper.
The Silence Is Terrifying.
Should I speak?
No...
I would startle myself.
Maybe the others hear it too.
The silence,
I mean.
It is so loud that my heart is like
the beats of drums.
My thoughts are the words to my lovely song.
The creaking of the chair and the rustling of paper are the offkey note.
The Silence IS Terrifying.
I wrote this about ten years ago,  I just found it along with several other poems onanother poetry site. Tell me what you think?  :)
 Sep 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
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Falling, easing, pinging over the night
the rain’s shadow,
throughout the horizon
running between she and me

The leaf has reflected the inclined light
dropping her tears from the flight
nobody has meant it to care,
though I am in fear

The gleaming days have gone
I have made my passion too done
but she may be quite undone
and the fire of spring has made me to burn


Falling, easing, pinging over the night
the rain’s shadow,
no more turns can’t green her meadow
As if the pale sky kisses to sorrow  

The rains shadow,
throughout the horizon
running between she and me
falling, easing, pinging over the night


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**@Musfiq us shaleheen
Falling, easing, pinging over the night
the rain’s shadow,
throughout the horizon
running between she and me
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