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 Dec 2019 Irate Watcher
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 Dec 2019 Irate Watcher
 Dec 2019 Irate Watcher
i picture red ugly drunks, bitter
while delirious women dance around them
Together, lathered in music,
rock symphonies trudge over their pounding headaches
 Dec 2019 Irate Watcher
I know.
I’m naive
I’m gullible
I’m daydreaming
I’m out of my mind.
I know.

I know what you do to me.
But I don’t care.
As long as I get to be near you.
 Dec 2019 Irate Watcher
the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do
 Mar 2019 Irate Watcher
Deep within my soul
There are statues
Statues that define my life

Some are concrete
And some are just sand
But all of them are there for a reason

There’s one of me
At the very center
It’s not made of concrete yet,
Because I don’t know who I am
But I soon will

There’s a statue of my family
Made of concrete
Right at the very center

Then there’s a statue of my best friend
Also of concrete
Almost as close to the center as my family

There’s also my poetry
So near to my heart
It is made of wood
Strong, but breakable

Singing is also there
Concrete and proud
Singing frees me

These are my Soul Statues...

What are yours?
Write a poem about your Soul Statues! Also this was inspired by “His words, not mine [10w]” by Lu Lu.
 Jan 2019 Irate Watcher
Love is like fire.
It can warm you and brighten your life.
Be careless and play with it,
and it will burn you.
My sea is far away
let's meet somewhere closer
under the same cloud.

My blue water is for the sun.
I sing beneath the waves.

My rose is for the show
I am imbued in the fragrance.
Love is in the air
the scent wafts into my heart.

My sky is open wide,
beyond the rainbow on the high,
beyond the peacock's eyes.
It embraces the earth,
reaching far and wide.

As the wind blows along the way,
flying beneath the endless blue,
a mesmerising sight from the bird's-eye,
a butterfly slips out and begins to sway!
A poem from my upcoming book Qun: Love is Unconditional
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