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Breathe.

Settle yourself.

Try to understand.

We were meant to love.

And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love.

And failing that we were made to breathe.

And try again.



-Sean Critchfield
This is the product of an exercise. I was instructed to grab the 7th book on my shelf, turn to page 7, and use the 7th line as my first line. The poem was restricted to seven lines.
I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
Tears.
Ravaging Memories.

The Perfect Combination.
 Dec 2014 Florin Gorgan
eb
something
 Dec 2014 Florin Gorgan
eb
is everywhere

something's coming

something is here
*replace something with love/pain/happiness
 Dec 2014 Florin Gorgan
Jay
whatever
 Dec 2014 Florin Gorgan
Jay
you left me
that night.

and

you didn't once
care to turn around
and
see if I was still
standing there.

you left.
you walked away.
don't you dare put any,
of the blame on me.
 Aug 2014 Florin Gorgan
Nandini
Standing in the rains
Broken skies , Heavens unleashed
Sadness of the soul washes away
I'm standing in the rain it's very peaceful here
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