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What makes me devoted
Not always getting promoted
In fine Robin, print birds fly
noted
Not voting Presidential win
The polls are in we become
scapegoated
We are forced into things
Footnoted
To achieve what do we really
believe
I believe in me
The darkness appear's in so
many forms stand firm with
Any specific term

But the beauty, Divinely terrific,
lovely___me
Goes with the territory
Shows the love and fury
Me my story the flower the
morning glory
Staying clear of guilty as sin
I as myself truly sincere
I am not about the win

love to write wearing the
pledge pin
Be innocent showing I care
But this world we must beware
All over the website things
that drive me
Perfume sweet fresh me
The Eager me
The singer is me
Not the jealous me
Over every singer I see
I am the Zealous me
I am passionate that's me
The avid card reader
The clicker far from the
pretender
A poem is the world hands
extend
He is carrying me

On time or who cares
if I am late
Robin her wing lengths
To so many heights
That's why I love to sing
This is one of my shorter poems about me what I like and how
I see the world
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Syd
That girl
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Syd
What if
I had fallen to my knees
On the cold parking lot concrete
Tears washing over my cheeks
And cries no one should ever have to hear
Bellowing out from beneath my ribs
Screaming at the sky
Looking up at your face
Forcing you
(and everyone else)
To see me in this godforsaken state
Of absolute chaos
Heartbreak
In it's rawest form
What if I had begged you to stay?
What if I'd told you I can't do this without you?
What if I'd told you how much I needed you
What if I did anything other than fighting back the tears
Maybe for myself, maybe for you,
Mostly for the crowd of people gathering
Saying their goodbyes
Anxiously looking around to bear witness to everyone else's reactions
And I didn't want to be that girl
That girl who falls to the ground
Kicking and screaming and crying and begging
But what if I was?
What if I was any girl other than the one I pretended to be that day
The one that held her tongue and kept her mouth shut because she knew the second she opened it to speak she would sob
The one that wrapped her arms around you for the last time,
and the one that let go
The one that couldn't bear to watch you walk away
So she kissed you goodbye
Got back in the car
And drove home
What if i wasn't that girl who didnt allow herself to completely fall apart until she was alone in the privacy of her own home?
What if instead I'd made a scene,
Doing what everything inside me so desperately wanted to
Grabbing hold of your hand and refusing to let go
Losing the facade of confidence
The charade of strength
But I'm not that girl
And I never will be
So each and every time you leave
I kiss you goodbye
I unclench my fists and retract my anchors
I untether my heart from it's human home
And I put on a brave face
Maybe for myself, maybe for you,
Or maybe
For that girl.
Do your legs ever hurt
After running away
From all those who care about you?

Do your arms ever hurt
From pushing away
All those who desperately want to love you?
Pretty pools tranquil and still
Form peaceful and clear
But how did it get here
Built from the seas spill violent and free
Wild in face of adversity
Storms rage
Water sprays
Thrown to the rocks on unsettled days
Waves and waves marching with the current
Flowing over but true to form
Splashing over climates
Weathered and torn
In all its uproar
Pretty pools
were
born
You were my everything
                  and you left with bags of me
without all my stuff
                  possession-less
Nights still matured into days
                  days still died to nights
Flowers will bloom
                  regardless
Heaven will shine
                  regardless
And I'll buy all new stuff
Those that feel and think too much
Just need the right person to talk to
Sometimes that starts with you
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