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you are not in control anymore
i am taking hold of my life today
i am so tired of being used and hurt
so i am living my life my own way

its wrong to hope that you fail
i won't lie and say I hope you do well
you should have treated me far better
and never told me to go to hell

i lack the power to hurt you more
than how badly you wounded me
but saying this final *******
i think might just set me free
 Mar 2015 grim-raven
Elioinai
Some people want to draw the world upon their skin
But I see it there already
Some people stamp their favorite messages down arms and legs
But I see lovely verbage fall
around the edges of my veins
If my breast is a canvas
my bones an easel frame
my mouth will scatter paint
my eyes drip silver rain
to show you I am full and finished
A Universe
my name
May my words uncover my soul to the wise  and my beauty be hidden from fools. What a wonder has God created in every one of us!
hello.
i've missed you.
been off in a non
reflective stretch
of my unimagination,
unlistening to the
justness of your so.
i know. i'll tilt an ear
to ground and
scribe you down
and share you
as you go.
with thanks to my darling niece for bringing me back
 Mar 2015 grim-raven
Joel M Frye
why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds
For my friends here and around the world on World Poetry Day.
 Mar 2015 grim-raven
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
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