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i find it a sickness
as well as a curse
this ranting in rhyme
complaining in verse
that spills from my mind
for better or worse
takes up my time
will i ever learn
how to shut it off
this beating on brain
stuck on repeat
lost in the refrain
never that deep
still questions remain
hey, don't look at me
the world is to blame
Why do we feel sad
When good things come to an end
Difficult to accept
Everything is transient
The sense of loss
Sinks in fast
Forgetting the happiness it brought

Why is it said
Everything that happens is for good
When
None of the experiences lasts
New avenues, do await
But
How do you move on
one moments breath
borrowed from the wind

heart felt, blood bourne
invigorating new thoughts

the universe of minds
shared synapse, shared songs
From where the mountains kiss the blue
I drop a note
I love you.

The faded pink of her lips
blends with the radiant gold
the sun pours into the air.

My mind wispy light in joy
flies over the top
before melting in silence.

No words count here
in the quiet submission.
Always
I thrived for little—
a quiet love
a tenderness to offer
like a brook
small and humble
seeking the next bend
toward the ocean—
knowing kindness
is offered
in playing a small part.

Time feels heavy
for some—
a boat adrift
floating aimless
a love wanting to bloom
words falling
like rain on thirsty ground—
I learned
to swallow—
hard and fast.

I carry
what I gave away—
a suitcase of unspoken words
all the hope
from one look
one touch
a soft offering
barely standing—
but never forgotten.
A beginning
A breath
A step
A want
A reach
A fall
A sigh
A was
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