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 Feb 2019 Maxx
 Feb 2019 Maxx
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
 May 2018 Maxx
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 May 2018 Maxx
Brian McDonagh
Where can I run
To escape the reality
Of my first break-up?
Where can I hide
To dodge those
That are after directing my life?
These evil maestros
Don’t know how to let an instrument
Ring out in its own voice.
Can my hands
Cover the Medusa eyes
That hiss in circulation
Until I tell my life plans?

Sometimes I wish the night would never end,
Not so I can rest,
But I can wander without fearing the terror
Of not knowing what’s around me.
I wish I could become a virtual character,
Gaining hopping abilities,
And being able to lurk on rural ground
As I admire the brilliance
Of the light pollution
From nearby facilities.
I wish I could just flee
The amateur terror others cannot see or feel.
I’m not talking societal threats or actions,
But what I see all too often
Is what chokes my growth
And ability to move on.
The living presence of my past
Still has me in a gridlock
That I wrestle with all day
Even though my weakness defeats me every time.
Fine, here’s my privacy and dignity,
Just leave me and my nocturnal silhouette
To intimately caress each other,
Rumba, tango, freely through the darkness,
The shadows, the black light
Which guides me but trips you.
Life ***** right now.  Or maybe always; it's hard to consider when I can't think straight.   :/
Complicated is,
to be Honest
Compromised is ,
not the Conscience
A simple thought
 May 2018 Maxx
 May 2018 Maxx
it's funny how much the last few/6 years teach you what went wrong. How your reactions have made the last few years happen. And being in certain places and with certain people. It has made your life.

Life is a crazy thing.
I know I **** at it ,and have much room to grow. But life is a gift

With all this world has created, we only see bills and making happiness for every wrong reason.

We love life . We hate life. We wish we were anywhere but here.

Where does it end?  

We never have enough.

We get stuck.
We put ourselves down.
We get stuck.

No more growing.
We love attention
And addictions.
And everything that's the worst.

When will we grow up.
When will we go with a gut instinct of what's right and wrong.
When will we have guts???

Love the world.
Love you.
And grow.
It kinda got away from me... Yeah
 May 2018 Maxx
wesley mcmillon
Nothing is meant to.
I'll work with you
To make forever
 May 2018 Maxx
Krista DelleFemine
Tougher for the bones
On the way down.
Humans are built for uphill
DeShane took me mountain climbing today.  I was panting and groaning until we were done, and then, so grateful.  And I told him so, a lot.
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