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 Oct 2015 Hong Denice
Donna Bella
Pain is inevitable
Bad thoughts are nothing of God
Depression happens because the devil wants to stop your happy thoughts
I can only trust God
No one loves like him
And I had to question if he's there
But when I was alone and by myself near to my death bed
No one was there but him
He brought me out of my pain and bettered me
I was alone and I couldn't go on, no one cared enough to pull me out of that hole of depression but God
My very dear friends and wonderful, international tribe of poets:
When I first joined you all last August, I was in a time of deep solitude, culturing inner silence.
It became an ideal time to make real progress with my writing.

The part I had no idea about then, and that has become such a treasured part of my life, is the growth and blossoming of new friendships with many of you!
On June 2nd, 2016, just over a month ago, I felt to open back up to the world around me.
After all that immersion in transcendental bliss consciousness, life began presenting me with beautiful new opportunities, which has in turn lead to the most fantastic job I have yet performed, in which I am able to express and employ all of my particular set of talents and abilities.
Hence, then, my long absence, and my enormous, growing admiration for those of you who have families, jobs, and also contribute excellent poems here!
May the force be always with the poets, the writers, the thinkers, the artists... all the good and sincere well-wishers of our dear world family, and of our precious Mother Earth.
Blessings and light to us each and all,
Elisa Maria Argirò

(I have just re-written this poem that speaks to my present frame of mind, and thought to offer it again in this context. ~ EMA 2016)*

Eyes of Light

Momentarily, two eye-shaped
places in these thick grey clouds
stared directly at me, and there it was:

"Always be truthful.
Always be kind."

Just that.
A reminder.

Slipping down into the place
beyond all words,
feeling knowingness
seeping
into my bones,
residing in quiet bliss,
at home
in my own authenticity.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Be who you want to attract,
Before you start "searching" for the right person,
Be the right person,
Find yourself,
Be comfortable with who you are,
Find happiness within you,
If someone is the only basis of your joy,
I'm afraid,your joy might be a mirage.
Sorry but its only in fairytales where frogs get to kiss princesses lol..

23-10-2015 huh,I thank God for this.had no idea this one would turn out to be a daily poem,I'm really touched like for real,didn't see this coming..but I must say,I've been waiting for this moment,guess dreams do come true :D ,..thanks for taking your time to read my poems and for the comments and likes ;they really encourage me,thank u very very very very very much people. :*
She needs to know how much she means to me
She needs to know how much I care
She needs to know the love I have for her
A love that will never show weakness in her time of need
A love that will show her i'll be there.
There for all the little things and the not so little things
She needs to know,  i'll always be there
She needs to know
Made some revisions. Hope everyone still likes it.
They say that
true love is
to give without
asking for anything
in return.
So perhaps,
that's the reason why,
I love you
even though
you love her
And why
you allow me
to foolishly do so,
every day.
 Oct 2015 Hong Denice
Matt
I deleted their phone numbers
From my phone

Won't be calling them again

They do not much care

The therapist she cared
She was fun to talk to

I have one friend now

Rely on yourself
Self-reliance

Some people just don't care
I've learned that much
I must have deceived myself
Did I?
I made a fool out of myself
I'm not sure?
Can you blame me for doing so?
What do you think?

I'm leaving the flaming seas pristine
I'm a leaking oil rig
I might blow up if I stay in it
I'm content that it scorched me
Let it not combust me any further
Everything is better as is
I am not what I think I am and I am surely not what you think I am, but I will be the effigy of our collective interactions with each other.
Our opinions of each other are the result of our correspondences with each other. Not the opinions of our neighbors, not the opinions of our friends, not the opinions of people dear to us - just us, and us alone.
 Oct 2015 Hong Denice
Rapunzoll
he still doesn't realize
that beauty has a price

he plucks roses and
wonders why they wither
when he's never learnt
to check their roots.

with thorns between his lips,
he speaks softly about
the way love has eluded
him over the years.

his palms like written verse,
scarred and coarse, petals
falling delicately out of
time from his fingertips.

he sees beauty but he
does not see underneath

he has always been
one to see the flames
but never feel the heat.
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