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mr t Apr 2018
Reach for the stars
They are too far away
Maybe not close enough
They will be there
To keep you reaching
And one day
The stars will be below
Soon the stars will become oceans
The untouchable will become small
All that will matter
Is what was reached
By a single confession
So share the reached
With those who have never seen
What can be reached
But the stars, my darling
The stars are only for temporary beauty
Don’t be fooled
The real beauty is within the soul
mr t Mar 2018
That’s something to be proud of.
I haven’t said that for a while
It hasn’t been relevant
I’m not worthy of pride
I don’t deserve it
I have not worked for anything
I shrug saying “good enough”
I rarely think that I’ve done the best
It is nice to see others feel proud
I just can’t feel that same delight within
There’s nothing to be proud of.
Montgomery Gentry, this goes out to you and your amazing song.
mr t Mar 2018
Love
What is it?
I’d say, but I don’t know.
I’d imagine it to be clouds
Soaring high and free
Not a care in the world
Just floating in the wind
It could be lying in bed
Half asleep
Then feeling puppy paws
Circling around to sleep next to you
Curling up in the crease of your body
Providing a needed presence of warmth
Perhaps it’s just a mix of everything joyous
Bundled up into a pair
Written into a plan
What is Love?
A feeling I’ve never known
mr t Feb 2018
There is no such thing as a calm wave
Waves are not calm
Yes
They may seem shallow to some
And insignificant
But to others,
To others they are capable of destroying
Destroying a home
Destroying a family
Destroying a life
So yes it might seem calm
But look beneath the surface
To those who lie beneath the beauty
Then try to say it’s a calm wave
Just try to.
mr t Dec 2017
I wait
I contemplate
What could be
What matters to me
Then you go
And I didn’t know
I was just a muse
being used
That’s when I fell
Cause you introduced me to hell
The fear in my eyes
Could not disguise
What I felt in my heart
Cause it had been ripped apart
And thrown down a hole
That’s what you stole
You took it away
Then the Love began to decay
But my heart is still yours
Through all of these wars
I have never truly been in love, but this poem flowed out
mr t Nov 2017
Naturally beautiful
Naturally athletic
Naturally funny
Naturally happy
Naturally smart

Those are the naturals people love
The ones who are praised
And brag without hard work

Naturally clumsy
Naturally slow
Naturally awkward
Naturally alone
Naturally afraid

Those are the naturals of me
I get to watch others be praised
When I work hard
And they’re still better
I am only ever naturally pushed away and stored in the back corner of the cabinet
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