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A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains


A poet
Is Poetry
The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
    and falling all day.
jack and jill went up the hill all those years ago

what they really did up there we will never know

maybe they picked flowers or had a little kiss

an after noon together filled with so much bliss.



we can only guess what they did that day

the things that they got up to to pass the time away

we may never know and we never will

was there hanky panky halfway up the hill.
 Oct 2014 Lauren Batchelor
CJ
How does it feel
To be the favorite?
Being someone's first thought
Loved even with mistakes

How does it feel
To be chosen?
To hold her
Without being pushed away

How does it feel
To be a person?
To be appreciated
Not regarded as mere imperfections

How does it feel
To be whole again?
Not feeling the dull pain
Caused by absence

How does it feel
To be loved?
Finding the sunlight in the eternal darkness
That I've grown used to

How does it feel
To be happy?
Waking up smiling
And being grateful for tomorrow

How does it feel
To be alive?
Not hollowed out
By the reasons that I thought I lived for

*How does it feel?
I'm falling in love with someone I've never been able to touch.
 Oct 2014 Lauren Batchelor
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war
 Oct 2014 Lauren Batchelor
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war
'Young lady, why is your poetry so dark?'
I don't know good sir, it's probably because I have my insides at war.
Legit question asked to me today
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