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There are little worlds inside of me
Orbiting around my brain constantly
These worlds collide with eachother
Many tiny worlds exploding within me
Their remnants drape my fibers
Course within a stream of blood and ideas
Sometimes these collisions hurt
Sometimes these collisions bring joy
There are little world inside of me
They make me feel so alive
I hope they never die
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 3, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
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This is the story of two little birds,
forced to keep their story unheard.
One quite frail with legs so lean,
the other a bit large, eyes of ivy green.
They met in the forest just barely hatched,
when they came across one another in the forest thatch.
They’d fly next to each other, side by side,
how sad their love, they had to hide.
They tried not to let their wings touch,
touching only a little, at least not that much.
They kept flying yet couldn’t seem to find the light,
their wings were tired from putting up with the fight.
At night they’d try to sleep, together in their nest,
comforting his beloved, the smaller tried his best.
‘Why can’t we love?’
Neither knew the answer as the moon shined above.
Sadness took over the bigger ones heart,
never wanting to ever be torn apart.
He was tired of being told no,
trying his hardest not to let go.
The smaller one whispered while taking in the cold breeze,
‘Hold on, stay brave for me, please...’
so naturally I would do anything
when she invited me to her room
bolted the door
sat on the bed with legs crossed, chin on fist
a studious frown
told me to strip
but don’t remove your eyeglasses
those ugly black frames so perfect, so typical
stand against the wall
no, sideways, in profile
yes, like that
Your **** is so big
like two pumpkins squashed together
odd on such a skinny guy
Is your **** always crooked
or just when it’s soft
You should paint it red, that would be cool
No, better paint stripes to emphasize the curve
Your little potbelly gives balance to the ***
but you should work out, develop your chest
Okay, put your clothes on
For this evaluation, no charge
but please, more basketball
less poetry and maybe someday
somebody will love you
Just reversing gender roles here. What if women evaluated men this way?
 Jan 2016 Patty James
Kelly Rose
Just for Today....
My smile came easier
I laughed more freely
I liked myself just a little bit
Causing a certain calm, peace, and warm glow

Just for Today...
I had a golden moment

There is hope for tomorrow

Kelly Rose
January 27, 2016
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