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 Jun 2019 Empire
scully
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
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Jump on the web
From your cozy stead
And surf with elation
This sensation's spread.
Reams upon reams
Of coded lines lit alight,
Together they stream
Bringing all of these
Terrific writes to life.

As we all beam,
Shook to the core
With contemplation,
Let us release our dreams
To be borne by all
Overlooked by salvation.

Thus, I bid ye an axiomatic decree:
"Poetry is life's garden and life is her tree."


The most damaging and deceitful lies

are the ones we tell ourselves

Written: April 20, 2019

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 Jun 2019 Empire
Ashly Kocher
God picked me to carry this disease
I’ve been fighting hard, and it hasn’t been easy
Treatments after treatments
Tests after tests
I tried so hard but I guess it wasn’t my best
I’m getting weaker and weaker
As the days go on
Struggling to hold it together
As my body feels like it weighs a ton
No ambition
No determination
No strength anymore
I don’t know how much more I can endure
One more evaluation
To see what’s next
But I think I’ve given up
This, I must confess
Only God knows when I’m suppose to leave
But please God, be with my family
When the times comes for them to grieve...
I wrote this for my mother in laws husband who may be put into hospice this week.... I wrote it as the perspective of him saying this to us.
Please send prayers his way... his name is Gene...
Thank you in advance
 Jun 2019 Empire
putiira
Fight
 Jun 2019 Empire
putiira
If it brings you peace and joy.
If it brings you Home,
fight for it.
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