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 Oct 2021 jdmaraccini
A Poet
If I love him?
Why do I wan't to remove one more tie,
to the many that bind us,
Do I not already feel love, so why do I crave it?
 Oct 2021 jdmaraccini
Monotone
If I didn't exist,
What would the people around me be like?
If I didn't exist,
Would they have a different life?
If I didn't exist,
Would they be better off?
 Oct 2021 jdmaraccini
Monotone
Dear me,
You're not good enough,
nor will you ever be.
It's your fault you know,
you didn't speak.
Maybe as a child you were asking for it,
but those other girls weren't.
They shouldn't experience what he did.
Those touching hands in places they shouldn't be.
The psychological terror of being called a liar.
The fear of it happening more, and more,
The memories crashing back every time a boy got close.
You let them get put in that same spot.
You helped him get away with it.
It's all your fault, so no.
You're not good enough,
you will never be.
You are trash, and nothing will change that fact.
Sincerely,
Me
 Oct 2021 jdmaraccini
Monotone
Im ****** up.
Everyone leaves me.
I guess I'm not good enough.
And I don't think I'll ever be good enough.
I think its time for me to leave them.
Because they're too good.
And I think they will always be.
So with a steady hand, Ill let my blood seep.
And my soul wither away into nothing.
 Oct 2021 jdmaraccini
Monotone
Am I too fat, or too skinny?
Am I too loud, or too quiet?
Am I too tall, or too short?
Am I too happy, or too sad?
Am I too outgoing, or too shy?
Am I too rich, or too poor?
Am I too tan, or too pale?
Am I too ugly, or too pretty?
Am I too much, or too little?

If you're going to tell me
What society thinks I should be
Then at least set a realistic standard.
I am writing words on Lego Bricks and building up a poem, it' was going really well until the children came back home and then it fell apart,

the words are scattered now and I can't remember how they fit together, I should have numbered them as well,

but hold on,
some words although in different places are building up another poem.
Foaming waves roll in from the sea
And explode into millions of droplets
Creating rainbows
The lone figure on the beach
Observes the endless cycle
Of ebb and flow

Mesmerized by the force of nature
Eating away at the rocks
And cascading back into the sea
Eight-legged ***** and five-pointed stars
Limpets clinging to the rock
Undisturbed by the crashing waters
A dead jellyfish on the beach
Sends odors of decay
Into the nostrils of the only human
Within sight

The cry of the gulls
Disturb the blissful trance
Eyes turned skyward
To watch the winged creatures
Fighting to stay on course
The winds however have no such issues
Unconcerned about the fate of the birds
A determined cry – success
Safety on a ledge

The being on the beach
Seemingly forlorn
Digs wrinkled toes into cool sand
Watching a ship
Sailing off the horizon

Blissful
The rays of the sun on chilled skin
Drinking in the warmth
The clouds above
Playfully chase each other
Never catching up
Not even wanting to
They see no need for competition
Those tufts of white vapor
Just are what they are
And always will be

The being on the beach is
Lost in thoughts
Wondering
Who it is
What it is and why
Deriving comfort
From the tales of the clouds
The sea and the wind
Knowing that its ponderings
Are of no importance
To anyone else
And that it is and always will be
Infinite creation

Bude, July 19th, 2010
tiny snowflakes are gently covering
my outer reality
with a mantle of pristineness
a blank slate
reflecting stillness within

time is standing still
frozen footprints the only
sign of man passing through
a time not now
as I am contemplating the significance
of the snow
peaceful, pure, serene
while buried underneath
the crystal blanket
new life is ready to be born

© Jasmine Martin, January 2009
How many of us would like to Die?
I think for certain, No would be reply.
But in case happens only by chance,
Just I'm guessing asking in advance.
As none of us is having  any control,
One day, but certain death be on roll.
For time of death, uncertain unknown,
But you can rejoice no time to groan.
God  has given this freedom  to you,
Have option to cheer your death too.
f you decide for gifting someone a life,
Post death, donating organs to survive.
This Choice of gifting organs post death.
Makes you stronger in facing the wrath.
And Goddess of death shall  also be shy,
Salute you surely if this option you Try.

Ajay Amitabh Suman: All Rights Reserved
Life is extremely uncertain and so is the death. As a man can not decide his time of death, his parents , similarly we also do not know as to when our time has come tell this world a good buy.  We do not and cannot have any control over the Timing of our Death but certainly on the quality of Death. Still we can choose what kind of death we are destined for. God has provided us an opportunity to turn this misfortunate incident into delight by gifting our ***** post death, to some one,  gifting a life. This act of donating our organs to some one , post our death, we can still see this world , through others body. We are having option to outlive our life and death too.
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