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Taking a short break
Need to reevaluate where my writing is going
When a bookstore puts your books on their websites but not in their brick and mortar stores
Am I not good enough?
Maybe I really can’t write?
Not looking to lick my wounds or for you to cheer me on
Your comments are appreciated more than I can say
I may very well be back but for now you all write on
Write on?

Yall i found my old notebook with some poems i wrote when i was like 12-13, should i post them here? Perhaps make a collection? Let me know what you think in the comments

To live better for an ex, what an ugly sight,  
Heartbreak fuels change, day and night.  
Love's once gentle embrace,  
Seems so lost in this after race,  
While masks hide the truth from the light.

“I never really needed you anyway,”
Doesn’t that face dare to say,
But the mask covering your heart –
Isn’t that an ***** that has so much to impart,
Having so much more to say.

Hush, listen
  to the voice
   of the night
   it will comment
   on your hours
   during the daylight-

    is it your conscience
    or your doppelganger?

    will you ignore
    and get to sleep
    or would it make
    you wonder
    whether you could
   have done better?

    Hush, listen
    you will learn....

Easy to hold
hard to let go

.....but we were so young then
       and blood was wildly rushing
       through our every vein-
       our heart was in unstoppable flame
       there was no asking why
       with no rules to comply-
       we wrote our poems
       in rapturous abandon
       in the watching sky-
      
      braver than Ulysses
       stronger than Prometheus:
      ' Our name is Youth
        to us the entire world belongs
        we will never die!'

       It was always bright
       for us-- the watching sky
       so tempting, so inviting
       so friendly, so supporting
      if we had wings then
      towards it we'd readily fly

      and all that while
      time was watching
      not as a sentinel benign
      but like a malicious spy
      to handcuff us
     it seemed to try

     but it badly failed
     our will triumphed
     and set it aside-

    mistakes we did make
    but there's no reason
   for the smallest regret :
   we'd sailed the roughest seas
   the nighest peaks
   who had climbed
   with courage and faith
   on our side-
  
  
   even now
   in our winter-years
   in retrospect
  the same anthem
  we still fervently sing:
' We were young then
   but it remains
   our greatest pride!'.