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 Aug 2016 LostInDreamsJW
cgembry
I have never stuttered in pen
misspoken in ink
or choked in my writing
the way I do
whenever I speak
my fingertips always know
the right words to say
my tongue is still learning
 Aug 2016 LostInDreamsJW
Ryan
Wondering though the same place
I am reminded of you.
Here you energy lingers,
hand in hand where we locked our fingers.
The photos you took, frozen moments in time
when I was around you everything felt just fine.
The calmest feelings I can't explain,
I miss every moment with you, I just can't refrain.
Enduring torture as I patiently wait
we'll see what's round the corner, I know it'll be great.
Do you remember...what it was like to be a kid in summer...
Mornings never started before noon.... Cereal and cartoons in the livin room....
Parents have to work... nobody was there  to watch you.....
trouble was the first thing you'd do...
Cuz if you waited till 2 it got sketchy and you thought they would catch you....    outside every day for as long as the sun would stay.
 Aug 2016 LostInDreamsJW
Ryan
L O V E ☺                                        ***? (na soz m8)                                      
    H O P E       
                                          fooood
understanding    
  Calm  Chilling       ­                                              too much?
                                         Decisions - not made

                Care ✓                                                            Trus­t  (✕ +✓)
                                     
                 ­                        Overthinking, this one can be a benefit sometimes
but generally it's pretty shiat, I guess it all comes down to what the subject of thinking is.

                                                            ­                              (A N X I E T Y)           
                                                   ­                                                 (F E A R)
                                                              ­                                      (P A I N)



wonder what its like to be in space?
I have idea what I was trying to do here lol
 Aug 2016 LostInDreamsJW
Tatiana
We fought for so long
it destroyed my own song.
And people want to know
where did the music notes go?

I let the birds go
so they could sing out in the open.
But you came in with your gun
and shot down the turtledoves.

I saw the feathers explode
they fell down like soft snow.
Splattered with red
from careless paint brush strokes.

You left me in the field
surrounded by red snow.
It's partly my fault
since I was the one who let them go.

I turn my head towards you
and you're pointing your finger.
But I'm not the one
holding the gun.

I took one feather in my hand
and lamented the loss.
The sky is grey with no hope
but I know where the music has gone.

*I know where the music has gone
This is not part of my alphabet series. That will probably take a long time to complete. But I thought I'd share some other poems I have written awhile ago.
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