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Some days I like
being alone I paint
my heart in the
darkest - blue
I welcome sorrow
I hold it in my chest
like a deep breath
I like quite places
places with
empty corners
where I look for
blue angels painted
in the shadows
I like finding poetry
poetry that’s been
thrown out like
broken - art
I like listening to the
silence when we are
too afraid to speak
maybe this battle
in my voice will fade
into a soft - belief
some days I keep the
curtains - closed
sometimes
I like being - alone
don’t you?
Clay.M
Everyone is looking for happiness
Sometimes it’s hard to find
Keep trying to be kind
You will shine
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night,
It makes her so happy,
It's just outta sight,
Yeah,
Just outta sight,
She sings it
High,
She sings it
Low,
I
Can't make out the words
But
Dad
Seems to know.

And their singing all night,  
Yeah,
It's just outta sight,
Momma got a song,
She sings late at night.

Mamma's singing high
And Dad's
Singing low,
I wish I
Knew the words
But I just don't know,
Oh yeah
I just don't know
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night.
Not a poem, so technically not for here.
Wanted to capture the feel of 70s rock songs, that hint at something else.
I’m trying so hard to maintain the flame
But my candle continues to flicker.
I’ve shielded it from the heaviest winds
But the breezes of sameness assail it.
I can’t see my way if it goes out completely
With darkness now poised to swoop in.
ljm
Health problems that cause depression.
The mind fines rest
at the end of each poem..
So go ahead
let your imagination roam.
Guide your storms
through creative seas…
Write your anxieties
set your fears free!
Now rest in awareness
as deep silence sets in.
Stay free of distortions
til’ it’s time to pen again…
Traveler Tim

Writing poems is indeed a form of meditation.
At this very moment
The past no longer exist
What ever happens in the future
My will will not resist

It’s not that I can’t remember
It’s just easier to forget
And leave the ghost behind me
And the shadows of regret
………
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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