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you need to
break free
from the constraints
of your mind
and feel peace
upon your entire being

if you just let yourself fly,
the whole world will follow
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Elisa
Two forces come together,
Bringing change and clarity.
Razor sharp, crystal clear,
A frozen rarity.

The air is crisp and certain,
White with innocence, laughter rings.
A fresh snow and with it,
A fresh start it brings.

The air will soon warm,
Crisp uncertainty unfreezes.
Inevitably, muddy earth will follow,
For ice melts as it pleases.
Have you ever gone outside right after a snow storm? When the world seems so perfectly still. Covered with a blank piece of paper, you're filled with wonder, awe, and hope. It's magic. But eventually, people melt the snow, drive their cars through it, trample and build with it. The white snow melts, revealing underneath a muddy reality. Love is so similar. When you fall in love its a clean slate to create something great. Love seems magical, perfect, and hopeful. But as temperatures rise, true character is revealed. Time and challenges leave tracks and eventually all that's left is mud.
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Elisa
Zen
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Elisa
Zen
Melting all around you,
Blissfully sinking in.
Past and future forgotten,
And a change occurs within.

The peace of simply being
Existing here and now,
The troubles melt away,
If only you'll allow.
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Elisa
More
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Elisa
I don't need more.
They tell me I do.
More likes, more money
more friends too.

Society thinks
I'll be happy then,
More clothes, more shoes
More power, more men.

But more often than not
The more you aquire,
The more you'll realize
The more you desire.
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Elisa
Untitled
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Elisa
Apologies are tricky
Trying to tell if someone's sincere
See, an apology is just words
Unless there's emotions kept someplace near.
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Grez
He started to write once.
A prompt 'Birthday, Christmas, socks I don't miss.
What do you even feel from a mistletoe kiss?'

No poem formed as time escaped him.
No inspiration arrived to complete it.
The prompt remained a prompt,
a point in time to show his arrogance.
He felt too great for the family he had.

As time escapes,
Friends drift
Skin sags
Days drag
Fun has gone.

His family. Gone.

In old age the poem is finished.

'Birthday, Christmas, socks I don't miss.
What do you even feel from a mistletoe kiss?
I'd give anything
to go back to this.'
Appreciate what you have, you never know when it will be gone.
coursing in his veins
the blood of yellow hue
a sure verification
of a coward's cue

men of courage bore
a darker shade of red
there was such bravery
in the way they bled

behind them the craven
one so weakly stood
they'd be taking the bullets
meant for his hood

yellow with dishonor
spineless of back
not having the gumption
to face an attack

his veins so desperately
bereft of fortitude
they were so inglorious
in their aptitude
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