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BTW 2d
Injection

Strange how we missed the connection.
Needles never troubled meβ€”
childhood illness passed me by,
a faint shadow in the schoolroom air.

But wordsβ€”
they slip like secret notes
folded in a desk,
or whispers caught behind a door.

You are that childhood romance,
immature, unfinished,
yet irresistible in its longingβ€”
still wondering
who, what, I want.

Music trembles through the air,
and roses bloom too early,
their scent drifting
into every moment of us.

Each phrase you breathe
is an injectionβ€”
a slow pulse under my skin,
a fever rising to my lips,
a sweetness I surrender to
again,
and again
kevin 2d
Legislation Laws
We create our own socks
The creation of socks
Allows feet

Allows feet
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The misdemeanor numbers remove socks of Californian man.


Laboratory nihms investigate God walking

Joe Pesci Day

Broken feet pain civil rights need charge Joe Pesci phone
Bitten tongue
Blackened lung
Gas and hairy ears
This is what life has given me
To show for all my years
Upset stomach
Tear filled eyes
Little fibs
And small white lies
It should come as no surprise
This is no grand scheme that I devised
It is the open arms that we long for;
the bright lighting up of the eyes when we enter the room.
An old man can deny it, but the 5-year-old within still knows.
We want to be welcomed like a sunflower field,
or the sweet voice of a grandmother at the door.
The need to truly belong is a force in itself.
You see everything in life has an impact;
the power of love and the compulsion of hurt.
The open doors and the slammed ones,
the last words spoken and the welcoming's,
our heart never forgets them.
You were too weary for open arms,
and too hurt to truly shine.
Truths an old man can discern,
but a child
can only feel lost in the darkness of it all.
For it is the open arms that we long for;
the bright lighting up of the eyes when we enter the room.
An old man can deny it, but the 5-year-old within me still knows.
"When a child walks in the room, your child or anyone else's child, do your eyes light up? That's what they are looking for."   ~Toni Morrison
Kathy 2d
Your my strength,
my fire,
forever, embedded,
in the depth of my soul,
born of your seed,
I am your reflection in life,
cloaked in love,
we are bound to eternity,
loneliness can never prevail,
for you are there,
my comfort,
my source,
my giant, still grieve your touch,
we are forever


Would like to share a little story about my life;

I am 67, diagnosed with schizophrenia and bipolar disorders, In many ways , I am grateful, they have been some of my biggest blessings in life,  I'm not a scholar, when puzzled by a metaphor, I dive in, longing for an answer, always fueled with a desire to learn.

Novice, not a poet, seeking for improvement, skilled in writing. Thank you!
im on the road to nowhere lost inside my mind
the road  that leads to you i cant seem to find
all i have is a loneliness on a road without an end
heartache around the corner each and every bend

i will keep on searching i cant let you go
love you oh so much more than you will know
i willl find the road thats leads me back to you
hold you in my arms again share the love we knew

what ever takes i will find away
the road that leads to you i will find someday
i will keep on searching till i find you once more
sharing love again like we did before
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