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In bed
Wanting on the world to end
Waiting for my last breath
My bed
The land of dreams
Dreams killed by loneliness
Your bed
A place I know nothing about
And you not know of me
In bed
Where my tears fall
And my tears dry
My eyes closed now
Hoping to never open again
My bed
My coffin
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Meaby Pom
Cover your eyes
This is going to hurt
Brought apon yourself
In a little pencil skirt.
You can kick rocks
But don't disturb the dirt.
Never wanted this
I thought you were perfect
In that little pink Floyd shirt.
A ruse I say; you disagree
A future I wanted
But a future that is so bleak
Take care of yourself
One day maybe you'll see
That we were just never meant to be.
His name is Future
Her name is Present
She is a gift
He will always hold
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Star BG
Little Bear is so divine
He moves with charm and grace.
Touching many with his writes
I stand to bow in place.

He writes of things that tickle eyes,
of those who gather near.
I am grateful for his poems.
I celebrate and cheer.

May he feel blessings I send,  
as I call all to see.
That he writes on many things,
including a grand tree.

So if you do meet him please,
do say hello won’t you?
As you know him you’ll feel light,
to sing below the moon.
Little Bear is a grand writer. He wrote a poem called tree. It made me want to write to him- to celebrate yes he.
Check it out so perhaps you the reader will remember how great and sacred our trees are. That leaves me with one question
Have you hugged a tree today?
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Cameron
Pt2
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Cameron
Pt2
'Merely misunderstood' he used to think, but now realises the problem lies much, much deeper.

The chains tighten as he clambers for a breath of air, holding him prisoner for the appeal of an audience.

Kept alive for the entertainment of others.
Let me write through your heart,
creating an inseparable melody.
Allow me to open your locked gate,
to all of my mistakes.
Hold me in my darkest hour,
and never let go.
It's simple.
Somethings are simpler then what we can see. Allowing someone in after being broken may be hard, but it's a risk worth taking on. I promise you, finding a figure of light within your darkest hour... is the cure. I love you all, dm me if you need anything at all.
i don't think
i will ever not be in love
with trees
it makes my heart humble
seeing in one sweeping moment
the expanse
of their life
so beautiful is it
that it must span
the length
and breadth
of the sky...
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