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I searched inside myself to realize
there is nothing left to find.
A heart of stone and eyes that never cry,
a confused and twisted mind.
My soul is cold and black as starless nights, never meant to shine.

I know i am just a no one born on forsaken lane.
Belonging nowhere except to the house of pain.
There is no peace within me, no compassion i can claim.
A ******* of the world is my bane.
Will someone tell me my name?
I am a man without a name.


I searched inside myself to realize...there's no one left to find.
 Dec 2017 H A Vitatoe
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TV dulls the mind
poetry rekindles it.

Nature quenches the heart,
poetry tickles the soul.

A smile opens a writers vault,
poetry becomes the riches.
Inspired by chat with Kim J. Baker Thank you. You make my day helping to sculpt my mind thoughts.
 Dec 2017 H A Vitatoe
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Words
 Dec 2017 H A Vitatoe
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Words words words
like little droplets
fall from mind.

They tickle senses
awakening visions.

They travel from Mind to Breath,
Breath to Hand
Hand to Pen.

They fall
making puddle of verse
for reader to splash in
as water proof ink drifts in wind.

Words need no umbrella,
for their cool coat of moisture
empowers the scribe.

And brings a rainbow of beauty
for all to see.
Inspired by Doy Thanks
 Dec 2017 H A Vitatoe
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Seashore kisses from ocean travel
in air of breeze.
They tickled senses
awakening the past.

Past of when time slowed
and sun shinned.
When bag of sea shells
became our gold and sand
made us children again making castles
that invited fish to enter inside coming tide.

Until sun said goodby taking the wind
and I walked home alone
sending a prayer to the rising moon
that the tides would bring you home.
inspired by Dave Legalisa Thank You
 Dec 2017 H A Vitatoe
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My Last Poem
 Dec 2017 H A Vitatoe
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So this journey has come to an end
Whether you don’t know me at all
Or think of me as your best friend
This is my goodbye, my final call.

Thank you for the adventure; thank you for your time. I have nothing left to give, no words left to rhyme. This is my last, I’ll leave with a whisper. This is all I have, what I began writing for.

Should you ever neeed a shoulder, please find me. No matter where I go in life, where you need me is where I’ll be. Hold me tightly in your thoughts and I will hold you in my heart.

Merry meet, dear rhymers, and merry part.
This is the last of my poetry. Thank you for sticking it out with me for the past four years. I've decided to focus on other goals I have since my life is essentially falling apart. Poetry was an outlet for me, but it more feels like another way to indulge my burgeoning escapism.

So, I've decided to take away the place I escape to so I can relearn how to face problems head on. I've got a lot of self-adjustments to make in the near future and this is just one of them.

Of course, if I am contacted on HP, I'll come flying back to respond because it's been home for years, but I will (most likely, hopefully, probably) no longer post here.

Again: Thank you for the fond memories,
Q.
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