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Look, look, look!
I've written several poems
That aren't about him.
I've written a few things
About other stuff.
I'm even thinking about other stuff,
For at least a few minutes at a time.
I'm definitely moving on,
Wouldn't you say?
I'm definitely
Finding my way.
He's only in my head
When I'm in bed.
And sometimes, I can even fall asleep
Before three or four am,
Sometimes
I forgo the little cry,
Not every time,
But sometimes.
Okay, once, yesterday, but -
That's still progress, right?
You have to
Stay positive
You have
to, to
You have to....
 Oct 2013 Ocho the Owl
marina
i wish my generation would stop
romanticizing misery; if he only loves you
because you are sad, then what will happen
when he's the only one to make you happy

(are you prepared to watch him walk away
for another girl reading bukowski?)
please don't think your sadness is the only thing about you that is beautiful
the telephone
more than the texting feature
is the most important thing
in my life

though i click on a keyboard all day
i need humanity to come through

with a text
you can ignore it
you can flip over your phone
you can be busy
you can be annoyed
you could be playing hard to get
or asleep
or shy
or just uncaring
and all of that turns into noise inside this tin foil cap i call a head
until

the raindrop hits a still puddle of oil
and your voice ripples the rainbows far to the edges
spilling out into the cosmos
saying
we were here

I want to hear Your voice
You could be Anybody
but You are You
The music maker
who makes beauty of discourse
i need these nighttime talks
and tonight
i don't get one
I am an owl
alone
I brood under stars
I am the wind
Rustle thy feathers
I am an owl
Pretending a human
I am dead
I am the wind
I am an owl
alone
I brood under stars
struggle and hell are part of life
happiness and heaven are part of life
heaven and hell are life
and if you feel like your in hell
and hell is real to you
then you have to believe heaven true
and the journey through hell
is the struggle we do
the challenges we face
and decisions we choose
a journey of yourself and your world
that is deep inside you
whatever your hell, your strong enough to fight through
but to give up, heaven wont find you
rather to not look behind you
to find love in the journey
and let your pursuit of happiness guide you
time brings the new seasons
time brings new emotions
time brings heaven inside you
time brings hell inside you
time is the journey where love will guide you
time is the struggle that strengthens you
time holds lessons that will grow you
to love your self and your time,
to love your time you share with all

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