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Debbie Taylor Aug 2016
Unlike that famous song
   Words can come easy
When arranged just right
   They can numb or astound
Pack a punch or a hope
   Make you laugh or cry
Deepen the darkness
   Or enlighten the soul
And in the depth of despair
   May bring a glimmer of light
      To ignite a spark in a heart
   Here or in some far-off Galaxy
Debbie Taylor Jul 2016
I love to create
Imagining a world
I have all to myself
A beautiful planet
I'd be free to roam
Lucious meadows
Bustling with life
Rolling hills framing
Magical sunsets
A world uncorrupted
Free from heartache
But the problem with
Creating something
So stunningly beautiful
Is that it eventually
Becomes extremely hard
To return to the real world
So as each day passes me by
I retreat deeper and deeper
Into this unreal cocoon
  Jul 2016 Debbie Taylor
Ashton Taylor
You're living on this earth
with 7 billion other people
Yet you still feel helplessly

                 alone
  Jul 2016 Debbie Taylor
Monica
Down,
     down,
          down,
         fall down deep into a
s
    p  
      i
    r
   a
l.
Tears, rage,
bottled up emotions.
All pour out.
All explode out
from within you.
There is no hope.
There is no joy.
Everyone is
out to get you.
You have no friends.
They all hate you.
You’re not good at anything.
You are...
      Worthless.
        
         Up,
     Up,
  Up,
               You’re on top of the world.
          Life is swell,
          and everything is a grand joke.
          Crying from laughter,
          not from sadness.
          Dancing about,
          feeling…
        Good.
        
          But knowing it’s only
          a matter of time until
          you descend back down,
                                                down,
     ­                                                 down.
Debbie Taylor Jul 2016
shh
hushed
a breath held
for a brief second
an echo of a heartbeat
as trepidation creeps inside
almost silently tiptoeing in
taking root in tiny cracks
settling like grey mist
upon a weary soul
seeking shelter
breath held
hushed
shh
  Jul 2016 Debbie Taylor
Stranger Blue
Sometimes I write,
Sometimes I sing.
Sometimes I exist...
Without ever being.

Sometimes I laugh,
even when I cry.
Sometimes I live,
when I wish to die.

Sometimes I crawl,
When I know I should walk.
Sometimes I'm silent,
Sometimes I just don't talk.
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