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 May 2020 Laura Duran
Le Beau
A disability applicant with a combination of low IQ & functional impairments can get disability benefits. If they find that I’m  disabled but have medical evidence of a drug addiction or alcoholism, then it must be determined whether or not drug addiction or alcoholism was a contributing factor material to the determination of disability. If they determine that my remaining limitations are disabling, I’m  a disabled dependent individual with a contributing factor material to the determination of my disability not being from drug addiction.
I’m being categorized by the people in charge of social security my medical records have stated I am a drug addict & have previous notes 📝 that prove this to be true? That’s how they do u when u from the curbs in the trenches, I’m astonished & a great deal of disappointment in the society for people who need help with schizophrenia disorders & body tremors that are uncontrollable & are very much affective in my life. Limited to only do so much because I can’t do a lot I have no attention span or focus & I get weak when I stand up making me have short but painful mini convulsions. I got no other options on the table for me to find a way to make a living, I can’t work 8 hours 5 days a week not even part time. I’m past making a plan for suicide my behavior is not happy with my razor sharp balance of uncertainty keeping me on the edge. Please pray for me & bless my name it is LaRon & it’s a pleasure to meet u.
 May 2020 Laura Duran
Chelsea Rae
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
 May 2020 Laura Duran
basil
numb fingers
but not from the cold

my heart
is just so tired
of missing you
that the blood
falls asleep
in my veins
i love you, blue eyes.

05.14.2020
 May 2020 Laura Duran
Styles
Broken hearts
never love the same
once broken
they often mend
but never the same
 May 2020 Laura Duran
ryn
Lend Me...
 May 2020 Laura Duran
ryn
Lend me your eyes.
So I could fill them
with the bursting stars.
Telling tales of the spellbinding universe,
singing songs of exploding suns...
and of splintering quasars.

Lend me your thoughts.
So that if I may,
write of them.
Fantastical scribbles of love
and praise.
Meticulously lined
and carefully stitched...
with immaculate lace at the hems.

Lend me your breaths.
I'd catch them as they fall...
between the words you would say.
Merging mine with yours...
introducing colour...
and vigour
to my monochromatic world of
black, white and grey.

Lend me your heartbeats...
for mine thumps erratic.
As if beating in silent mock.
I depend on the steadiness in yours.
So they could usurp
the ticks of worldly clocks.

Lend me your hands.
Palms up as a sign,
perhaps as an invitation...
for me to take them.
And maybe...
hopefully fill them...
with mine...
Love has a gentle grace
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth on Mother’s Day

Love has a gentle grace; you have not seen her
unless you’ve looked into your mother’s eyes
and seen her faith
—serene, composed and wise—
that you’re the center of her very being
(as once, indeed, she carried you inside.)

Love has no wilder beauty than the thought
that you’re the best of all she ever sought.

(And if, perhaps, you don’t believe my song,
can your mother be wrong?)
It’s not about you,
It’s not about me
It’s that f** virus covid-19
I don’t want to miss you.
I already do,
But I know I will see you when this is through
“It could peek again”,
Some experts expect,
I already spent that stimulus check,
But a nation divided,
Is sure to fall,
So, stay home and cook dinner,
They closed the mall,
There are so many things we can do without,
And we can save the world right from our couch
B L COSTELLO©2020
I apologize for the language. That's really not me, but I have such disdain for this thing. The growing division on this issue, is terrifying.
It is said that
I am a poet ,
No,
I am simply a lover
Who makes miracles
Out of madness
A lover who offers life
And sees all as beautiful
I make art with my words
And so, I make love
No,
I don’t have time for loathing
And so, often times
I keep my darkness,
It doubles as my light
In spite of its shadow.
I am one of life’s saddest students
Who in time, has figured out
How to build wings from gratitude
How to fly free from sadness
How to build strength from lost
How to make love from loss
So with that being said
**** the clouds over my head
Yes,
Edmund black just said it
He may even repeat it
**** the clouds over my head
I’ll just cry in color
And paint myself a new Sky
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