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the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
 Aug 2017 L Seagull
Ramin Ara
Words
 Aug 2017 L Seagull
Ramin Ara
The
Words
You
Speak
Become
The
House
You
Live
In
 Aug 2017 L Seagull
wordvango
drifting
I seem to live right there
anymore

the tide washes me clean
then crashes
me on the shore

I seem to ebb
with the moon's
phases

like the sounds
of the animals
bay and call

from the shore
the seagull's caw
every wave

my life my death
and I taste salty
and sweet

see depth
see foam and everything
you said music could breathe through veins just as well as blood
and the way you said it felt so real
that when the notes in me got caught in clots
that my heart was too weak to flush smooth
and no breath in or out could resolve the cognitive dissonance that came
when i choked on my newfound ability to make the senseless make sense
i found the uncertainly certain notion of belonging in the rubble of my fallen back shelf
knowing my body was built for melody
i let the chords bleed from clenched ribs teeth and fists
while i remembered your voice whispering
that being a child of song was never my choice to make
like it or not.
and now i answer to the sound of my own heart breaking.
i let it crush me
and let the earth craft harmony
from my freshest precious cracks
and now the music chooses me again.
everything that I love also hurts me. music is one of those things
 Jul 2017 L Seagull
Poetic T
I collect sea shells listening to
the voices within, telling me
what I need to think....

But I'm fractured like every
one I listen too...

Hearing a sea of voice drowning
in the vocalization of self..
I listen in cracked shells listening
for the drowning voice of myself.
 Jul 2017 L Seagull
Brian Hoffman
Some spend all of eternity looking for someone to have and to hold though it may seem irrational those who learn to love themselves have the happiest souls. I mean maybe it's meant to be to experience yourself as one entity and someone right eventually will come along.
Really working on self love. I honestly hate saying that because I feel selfish in a sense, but I need to take the time to find myself trutly.
 Jul 2017 L Seagull
Poetic T
We are a version that is dictated
by ourselves, not others dictations.
We write the verses of our own lives,
scripting every contemplation of decisions.
  
Never rely on the words of others to
push you where you want, need to be.
No one is throwing pennies into the bowl
of pity, only you can rise above your failings.

But you reach with each moment, sweat and
reflections of when you fell down picking
yourself up. Higher than when you collected
back to reality, and believe when you rise above.

"We may get knocked down, but only we
can raise above where we fell,


*"Be brighter than the shadows others put upon you,
Question:- What hurt you the most?
Answer:-** My own thoughts.
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