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 Mar 2021 Dinara Tengri
Natalie
Today is a good day.
It’s better than the rest.
I don’t have all the stress
Hanging over me
Like I did yesterday.

I feel good today.
I feel better than the rest.
I don’t have depression
Lingering around me
Like I did yesterday.

I have had a good day.
Everything about this day
Has been better than all the rest.
Again, I don’t have all the stress,
I don’t feel as depressed
Like I did yesterday.

Today I finally feel okay.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
it's been a strange trip
trying to get to the point
where I know myself
 Mar 2021 Dinara Tengri
NightOwls
There was this guy
troubled guy
angry guy
deeply wounded guy
who made an imprint on my heart
It's still there, you see,
never to leave.
He loves me
I know he does
but he's just
a depressed guy
lonely guy
Never wants to heal guy.
So, I wait for the day
when he's got it all figured out.
Maybe he will see
that I want to be his girl
adoring girl
hug me so tight never leave girl.

Maybe one day.
#love #timing #relationships #healing
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.

— The End —