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 Jul 2017 Harry Roberts
Joy
the news
 Jul 2017 Harry Roberts
Joy
And it always comes in like a bombshell -
For the next few days the world is whitewashed,
With all the lights incredibly bright
And for a while,
My ears are wringing out all of the
Tumtulous
Noise waves, washing away
Everything but
what's essential to survive.
It's funny - I initially wrote this about a depressive episode. I spelled "ringing" wrong before realizing that it created the perfect image. And then after I wrote this I got some uncomfortable news, and clicked the title in. I think it's fitting.

July, 2017
Spent childhood ,
dreaming of a prince and castle.
Grown up and learned
All beauties Don't need beasts.
Everybody changed .Now its my turn.
You were silhouetted against
the dimming sky.
I paused right there to admire
the beauty.
A perfect blend of feelings
coursing through my veins.
A love, so pure washed away
the sorrows of yesterday.
I knew the day I had met
you it would be the last time
I would ever sing a monody,
I would ever write a tragedy
again.  
Sent for me, beautifully
carved by the hands of the
creator, you had me starstruck
at the very first sight.
I will write you until your
heart is filled with my words.
Until my body is dusted
and every bone is broken.
Wrap me up in your arms
as I look in to your star like
eyes, I will love you with
every ounce in every life
no matter
how many times I die. ✨
My love for you cannot be measured. It's irrational and never ending.
The bridges we built with a desire to connect
Slowly rust down with habitual neglect

Weathered by sadness through salty tears
Broken down by accusations and continuous fears

A desolate structure made to last
Soon, a forgotten memory in the past

With love and care, it could have flourished
But when left too long in the dying sun, it perished
So.

Here I stand,
alone,
a tall, awkward pole in the vast,
echoing desolation that used to be
us.

And I wonder,
Bewildered,
what the **** just happened.

And the answer rings like a bell -
clear in the silence:

I was not enough.
THE ETERNAL MASK OF MAN
HIDES THE INNER BURNING SOUL
THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OF
LIFE DEFINITELY TAKE THERE TOLL


IF MAN CAN BREAK FREE
AND DREAM BIGGER THAN BEFORE
OPPORTUNITIES AND PASSION YOU
WILL FIND BEHIND EVERY DOOR


JUST OPEN UP YOUR HEART
AND LET THE MAGIC COME IN
FILL YOUR LIFE WITH OPPORTUNITY
AND LET THE MAGIC BEGIN
ALWAYS CHALLENGE YOURSELF. THIS POEM WILL LET YOU KNOW DREAM BIG HAVE PASSION AND MOST OF ALL NEVER EVER EVER GIVE UP.  THIS IS NOT A TRUMP POEM LOL
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