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By Christopher Poindexter

She buried
         her ears
     into the calm
        of his heartbeat,
      and in a matter of seconds;
                fell terribly in love
            with the way
          her loneliness fell
             softly and suddenly,
                 asleep,
            in his chest.
open your
mind
before you
open your
lips and
try and tell
someone they
are living the
wrong kind of
life.
being different
is the only god
**** thing
keeping
this world
beautiful.
"I want to say something filled with so much truth that it will rattle your world. I want to say things like "you are more than enough" and "they define you by image, but the soul is a grander thing." I want to say "you will find love if you haven't already and if you have, love is forever." I want to tell you what you want to hear and what is easy to say but honestly, there is a wolf in me that no longer wants to tell you these things. He believes them to a certain point but he has learned to harden up, to remove any fearlessness and clothe himself with so much truth that God is no longer a word and science ceases to exist. The wolf wants to say "God ****** just be you and go get into trouble and be strange and different and loving and consume whatever makes you feel the most in that moment." He wants to say this because he knows it is what most people will do anyways and he also wants to do it himself, we grin at madness delivered to us in simple forms. Chaos so easy to obtain as if we were born with it in our mouths. I will not try to change you because change is inevitable but so too, is remaining the same. I cannot tell you what kind of person to be and I never will all I can hope is that you know and understand how ******* beautiful this earth is, this universe, and that you love whatever is around to love because love is felt in thousands of forms and I have this belief that if we all strive to feel it, no matter which form it is in, we will come to the flaming realization that we all come from the same dust and all other thoughts tossed out way in false bravado are irrelevant."
-Christopher Poindexter
This is not owned by me, all credit goes to Christopher Poindexter, my favorite author, poet, human.
I truly believe if we love enough,
the earth will love us back.
You are made of wind
and fire
and rain
and dust
and as long as you spread kindness
consistently and abundantly,
the flowers and trees will grant you freedom.

Your body will be so warm,
the sun will ask you to dance,
and you will feel so wonderful.
There is no way you wouldn't say
yes!


- Christopher Poindexter ❤
One of my all time favourite poets.
I have many books under my pillow,
his is the most dogeared and loved.

Taken from his book "The naked human"
I am madly in love
with humans.
Especially the strange ones.
For it is ever so beautiful to
be strange. To do things differently
than others. To see things in a rare
light. To me; that is such gold to carry.

                            - Christopher
                                       Poindexter.
One of my favourite poets ever.. I sleep with his book under my pillow. Never have I slept so well.
 Jan 2020 Niveda Nahta
Stanley
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
 Jan 2020 Niveda Nahta
carson
I have razor blade sheets
for you to tuck me into
while the guilt you caused ate away at the love we had.
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