do not wallow behind the sounds drenched
the resonating echos which encompasses our heads
that suffocating sensation of fear and regret
that hesitance of talking to someone
that lovely figure only just met
fear, such a funny concept
a misunderstood casket where
regrets wash ashore,
a darkness which rusts the hinges
to our doors,
that thick fist in our stomach
wanting to pound away
what's in our best interest
yet caged and deranged
that's where the best part of us
decide to remain,
under the clench of society
so afraid to contort
the filters placed upon reality
and to see what can be contained

the slight shock of freezing air
drenched with a soaring sky
cerulean, gazing into oblivion
where lies cannot hide

icy crunch of wet, wet snow
the salt picking at leather shoes
the sound of feet resonate into the blue
carrying the heartbeat of a moment's hue

crackle of laughter spark in the cold
chuckles and screams of delightful scolds
hands grasping one another, so warm at touch
their feet echoing as they chase the cold in a run

the blue, marvelous sky
and all the life held below
a mother and son gazing at the signs
as they gaze into a world of animals

sublime

We dream,
We dream because,
We dream because there's hope in dreams.

This isn't a poem, just a letter for anyone who cares of the poetess Nicole dawn... Whether you know her or not, she wrote a simple poem yet saddening titled- ( goodbye) all the poem said is " I'm done" ... So for any one who has read this please try messaging her, and support her.. There's another poet, human being. And more importantly a soul's life on the line.. And I see this daily.. Not just with miss dawn but with so many other poet's, who aren't just writing what other poet's consider "depressing poetry". Simply its a suicide note.. Yet others didn't seem to know this. And others may see poems like that daily.. But instead of skipping the poem, remember half of you who were down and out and lonely at one time , and maby suicide even crossed your mind. Wouldn't you want someone there? Some may say no, only due to the fact misery speaks that to one, and demons are good at tempting people to not want to live anymore, though fact is even those that say no I wouldn't want help, NONSENSE!!! we're all soul's, we cry out. We laugh, we love, many cry, some hurt. Some are tortured by very real demons ( not just something in ones head or in stories ) this is reality what's going on.. So instead of passing the next poem you read saying ( goodbye) how about messaging the person saying that, and put aside your issues for the day, and give your self to another.. And your time to them for one second, love is the answer. Not selfishness, not wantonness, not greed. Or all about us. It's about that person's poem you read ( goodbye) the soul you passed by. The poet, a poet like you. That you passed by.... Please give Nicole dawns poem a look. And message her. Because surely, any dying soul would respect and maby still be alive from your message... Thanks for reading, and btw, God wants us to help another, listen to another,love another... Not ****** another with words, or hatred, or envying, or back talking. We can choose to help another, which helps your soul, or we can burden our own souls, and turn away from another soul, that could be you...

God bless,
Brandon Nagley