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Jan 2020 · 146
Beverly
POET poets097 Jan 2020
Hair like winter fire, January ambers.
My heart burns there too
Taken from "it", the horror film
Sep 2019 · 352
Calm
POET poets097 Sep 2019
God, grant me the
SERENITY to accept the things I cannot change, COURAGE to change the things I can and WISDOM to know the difference.
Taken from flash, the cartoon
Original prayer by Reinhold Neibuhr
Sep 2019 · 107
Back then
POET poets097 Sep 2019
Back then when I had alot of things,Maybe.
Now I don't have a lot of things
And it feels meaningless.

I don't know if they will come again
I hope they don't, but looking back it was okay.
Now there's just too many things
But not that many like back then.

Now they are bigger
But now I feel liberated somehow
Compared to how it was back then.
Somewhere in my head,
I hope they don't come back

All that would be selfish seeming as to
How it was back then and the proximity between us. But now I am free, not for long.
But I will be free again, all thanks to when it was back then.

And soon the now will turn into back then
And I will be liberated for eternity at least.
And maybe I like being meaningless.
Jun 2017 · 282
Night
POET poets097 Jun 2017
When night falls,it comes with the dark.
All the possibilities. A phenomenon.
The freezing wind,the dogs bark.
Bad company comes out to play.Only when night falls

I will be gone.For when night falls, I will be afraid,not of the dark but of night itself.
Notes
Jun 2017 · 211
Words
POET poets097 Jun 2017
Encased in my brain are the words you have spoken.But for now,let me write down on paper the words you have awakened.
Notes
Jun 2017 · 371
Many
POET poets097 Jun 2017
Many were lost.Many were found.Many were treading on thin ice.

Many are yet to come and many have come and gone.But many are still waiting for the rolling of dice.
Many,many,many........
Notes
POET poets097 Jun 2017
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Written by: Mary Elizabeth  Frye.
Sighted by:M.N
Jun 2017 · 179
A gift.
POET poets097 Jun 2017
I pray to God.I ask for a special ability.
A gift to hear people's thoughts.

For a while,I thought it would be impossible to actually read minds.

As it turns out,I can read people very easily,hear their thoughts very easily.It only takes time to realize a gift so.
Notes
Jun 2017 · 202
its amazing
POET poets097 Jun 2017
It's just amazing really, what people can create , unbelievable even.
You'd think this stuff came out of a text book,a song,or a movie.

But NO!....This stuff is real and to think it came from peoples minds.its amazing.
Notes
Jun 2017 · 362
My friends
POET poets097 Jun 2017
Oh, what has time done to us.We used to be good friends.Very close.

Remember when we use to have pillow fights ,when we use to have sleep overs,when we laughed at exchanged secrets. Good times right?

Now where are you all, 7 of you.Back then we were innocent and would hold hands,now we could barely look at each other.Oh,what has time done to us.My good friends.
Notes
Jun 2017 · 201
After a while
POET poets097 Jun 2017
Right now there's nothing.Nothing there,nothing to choose from.

But after a while,when everything has been bottled up there'll be plenty.

After a while......
Notes
Jun 2017 · 224
Really just how i feel.
POET poets097 Jun 2017
Its really just what I think in my head.I write them down.Its my way of getting it out so people can know.So I can feel relieved.So I can say that they understand me or at least they try.But sometimes I add style to my writing like fonts and alignments like now.But this one has a title.So it looks more of a poem but has a  lot of full stops but really that's just how I feel right now.
Notes
Apr 2017 · 169
Thoughts.
POET poets097 Apr 2017
In our heads,our brains,our conscience
We think,we talk. Thoughts they say.SECRETIVE.

Oh how no one knows, our own secretive dialogues and monologues, conversations and songs. Only we know for it is in our heads,our brains,our conscience. It is our thoughts.
Apr 2017 · 193
Eye of the camera
POET poets097 Apr 2017
You don't see it
I don't see it
The folks that lived there for 30 years don't see it
There is something,just something

All of us cannot see it
But put your face in front of a camera and there it is, a place that speaks.Speaks the past the present and the future.

This place speaks dreams,speaks lost hope, this place speaks more than just an empty ally with un-lided ******* bins.
This place holds history.Things.

Things only the eye of the camera can see.

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