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(20 minute poetry)

An ocean inside and we all ride the waves.

In the flow of it we grow a bit
we sink then we swim a bit
sink or swim
this ocean resides
in us all.

The rise and the fall.

The breakers that take us
far beyond any boundary
found in you
found in me

an ocean inside
where we glide on those dreams
where all is as it seems,

not forgetting the storms or the gales
when we hang into the wind and onto the coat tails of those gone before

and the ocean touches a shore
where it pours out its heart
this is the start of it
we sink and then swim
a bit
and then
swim a bit more.
He protects his phone
but not his ***.
Sitting on a cherry
withered-wood,
it's good to remember
that in December,
he waited for this
tired world, to pass
him by, for his mother
to 'please come home.'

Casper, undercut with curls on top,
plays a greyed banjo while wearing
the green-chestnut flannel his dad
wore before he disappeared into
vermilion sky, only remembered
with lullabies from a hopeful mom
that smelled like Pall-Malls and
factory-soaked-heartbreak.

White, chiseled with skeleton intention,
he sips from within himself,
hoping to harness new direction.
Ma and Pa,
lover doves,
Kiss with fists
And hug with shoves
 Jun 2016 Mollywolly
jayellen
When the sky is shouting,
when the Gods are crying;
come to me.

When the light is dark,
when the day is done;
come to me.

When the good is bad,
when the whole are broke;
come to me.

Come to me.
I will save you;
I will mend you.

Come to me.
I will fix you;
I will heal you.

When the dark is the only thing relevant,
when the archangels are hell sent;
come to me.

When the Heavens aren't holy,
when the dead are breathing;
come to me.

When the living are drowning above water,
when the happy are crying;
come to me.

Come to me.
I will hold you;
I will love you.

Come to me.
I will comfort you;
I will indulge you.

When the dark is light,
when all you see is hope in the moonlight;
go from me.

When the happiness is a diamond; valuable,
when the pain no longer resides; is gone,
go from me.

When the broken are whole,
when the emotion-starving are full;
go from me.

Go from me.
Share it with the sick,
Share it with the poor.

Go from me.
Share it with the sad,
Share it with the overwhelmed.

But: always come back to me.

When you feel your heart stopping,
when the hope is drained,
when your happiness plummets.
Come to me.
Life never
turns out how you'd like.
It never steers you where you'd think it would
where you hoped it would.
Life constantly hands you a left
when you wanted a right.
Gives you a hand full of ****
when the other guy
gets a royal flush.
I've now come to know
that it's just inevitable.
Expect nothing.
Hope nothing.
Life will never give you
what you think you need.
It never gives you what you ask for.
When you're afraid
you lose out.
You'll miss opportunities you could have had.
When you're angry
you'll ruin all opportunity set in front of you.
Anger leads to spite
and spite crushes all that lies in front of it.
When you're depressed
you'll just stop
or you'll want to.
Depression and sadness
lead to a path that ends where it began.
But hope.
Hope is our most dangerous of all emotions.
It comes from nothing.
We as human beings
will create hope anywhere
at anytime.
And
while to some this may seem powerful
I can't help but find it a flaw.
There is nothing worse in this world
not apathy
not rage
not terror
than being left without that spark you created.
There is nothing worse
than finding your hopes to be false.
The only thing
I have left.
Is the desperate hope
(an evil thing it is)
that long after I've departed
someone
somewhere
will read my words
and feel better for them.
I don't desire
to fix a soul
but I surely pray
maybe
just maybe
something I've said
will get you to tomorrow.
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