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Discomfort lingers
flaws cause agony
& insecurity



I want to like me
My eyes disagree
The mirror is misleading



Beauty lives in the heart
Would I be
happier if I were her?



It is relentless
I cannot help myself
Comparisons



Freedom is alive
My wings are broken
Healing takes time
Hello poetry
Hello poets
Words come together
Forming beautiful lines
Often do we find ourselves bottling it up
Let it flow
From the heart
To the mind
Then taking a left to the fingertips
Hello poets
Hello poetry
Young minds are like sponges
soaking in every sound and action
The hands that grasp their little hands
grasp the future

I cant bring myself to understand
how someone could look into those
innocent eyes and teach them hate

New eyes polluted by their father's
gun and rage

A song dreamed up from us humans
That I am most sorry for and displeased

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition!
It is impossible you see
to view you as anything but beautiful
for you are the light
within my darkest days
guiding me down thorny paths
lovely orb leading me
towards the brightest sun
how could one not love
every surface interior and exterior
of such a pure force
my sweetest light
*I love you
I have been to sea plenty of times
In luxurious cruise ships
And in rickety dinghies
In traveling across the seven waters
After noticing seven is an often repeated number
I've also come to terms that the nicest looking of boats are the worst
And the most hideous vessels are certainly the loveliest
Out of all the ships on sea I've been a passenger in, the Avril was the best
I sailed in it times twenty
Drifting slowly and tenderly
Of course as every other voyage, there were rocky times but I do believe that the sea sickness was a small price to pay for such a memorable trip.
Often at night while I lay in bed, finally safe on land (I retired my sea legs)
I feel as if I am slowly rocking again on the Avril, times twenty
And I again long for the salty brine I once knew.
Rhythm of life
Nails tapping on table tops
Beating of our hearts
spin the world right off its axis.
Momma shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die.
Atlas shrugged
And we all tripped as we walked
The pace of our mile,
off by 3.6 seconds.

Trust in our stated axioms
Disillusioned Americans in Paris
Judged by the color of our skins
and the shoes on our feet
No one stops to see how blue it is up there today.
Hurrying through the rain
Our cities never sleep.
Going down South
It’s slower down here.
Sunday’s best and
“God Loves You” stickers when you get your oil changed.

Night train whistle blows
Factory steam pipes squeal
Mississippi riverboats tug and chug
Dictionary.com definitions let us down.
Greatest disasters in history
are when thing we take perfectly for granted
stop working.
Mad cow, mad hatter, mad world
Bad boys, bad wine, bad date
Ellipses, dot dot dots, dramatic pause, passing of time passing of time passing of….
……..
………….
…………………….
Time.

Tw—
Twi—
Twitch.                       (tick tick tick)

I believe in the abnormal
And the impossible
And I refuse to believe that fictional characters aren’t real
Animals completely understand me
When I talk to them.

Baby missiles fire
From all parts of the globe
End of the world party
Let’s go down in glorious drunkenness
As the beating of our hearts
Spins the world right off its axis.
What Do You Care
      Why I Believe,
      What I Believe,
        How I Believe,
Who Or What,
       I Believe In,
Why Does It **** You To Know
     Every Single Little Detail Of My Brain,
  Why Does It Matter,
If I'm Not The Same As You?
        Why Do You Care,
If I'm Against Some Things,
      Because That's What I'm Supposed To Follow
Why Do You Care
If I'm Agualistic,
Buddhist,
Or Tribal,
Or Christan,
Or Muslim,
Jewish Or Hindu,
Mason,
Taoist,
Or A Hybrid Of All?
Why Do People Fight Over Which Is Correct,
Instead Of Just Keeping Their Trap Shut,
Why Do People Critize,
Instead Conquering Thier Ego,
Why Must We Sit Here,
And Be Judged By The Opinion,
Of People Who It Doesn't Even Affect,
Why Do You Even Care?
Ok I Realize If Sometimes Someone Asks Their Curious, But Other Times They Expect An Answer And They Get Angry When The Answer Is Inncorrect, That's Why I Never Have Expectations
no choice but midnight left and this is hard
to take when day was joyous and so kind
that we were filled with blessings of good mind
but now few stars and every way is barred
vision is blurred and all the ground is charred
by wildest fire we have been left behind
by some harsh fate in this land of the blind
where all things good have been cut up and marred
there must be wisdom left for each to trace
the proper path to decent human sight
where everyone is worthy of their face
and every action leads each to the right
this is the hope to which we all must hold
that none can purchase though it lead to gold
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