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Hold in your pain and swallow their lies.
Stick with it honey, hold onto your pride.
Don't let them see that your dying inside.

A smile will cover the scars on your heart.
We've all known that right from the start.

Put on some make up and do as your told.
It's a vicious cycle to which we've sold our souls.
thx for the name JWL ;)
65 years from now when my grandchild looks me and asks me
"Grandma do your cheeks look like they are falling and why does your backbone rise higher than the rest of you?"
I will answer:

Baby girl what they don't teach you in school is that the older you get the more gravity pulls at you.
Keeping your feet planted and your mind out of the clouds.
Life moves down instead of forward.

Bones grow frail and muscles shrivel up and weaken just like your ability to dream.
Dream of what you’re going to be,
"when you grow up" because,
darling this is it. I'm all grown up.
I am all I was ever meant to be.
My clay has hardened,
no longer able to bend and curve with the wind.  
Too weak to keep walking forward.

That is why baby run while you still can,
discover the world.
Leave footprints in every corner of existence,
because when you're as old as me your feet will be sore
and won't be able to venture deeper into the pockets of the universe.
Roots now bind me to this little house where I will keep moving down.

Gravity is too strong for me now dear. My skin has already given up. Succumbing to the mighty force. Falling away from my bones that lie hollow inside my cheeks engraved,with the memories too valuable lose after  lifetime.
So that when this world had
changed,
beyond recognition,
I will still hold inside of me the days that I spent in the sun .

As for my back.
Honey, the best thing you can have is a backbone ,
because when everything in this world in pulling you down,
you're going to need something
to keep holding you up.

My backbone,
a tribute to the years
I spent tiptoeing across
the coal beds of this life’s mighty fire.  But one day it will turn into a white flag of surrender.

That is when you know that gravity has won.
I will sink back into the earth
and maybe start again…
this is a spoken word piece that i wrote today and will be performing at a small thing tommorow, ahhhhh I have less that 24 hours to practice and memorize plus I'm doing this and 2 more so I'm kinda freaking out! wish me luck ;)
deadwood haiku is
exactly what the **** it
sounds like, *******
poetry has cost me my sanity

with that being said

if that's all it needs that's fine by me

i don't have that much left
This poem is being edited
From all the wrongs you read
The mistakes I've made along the way
Are not for the eyes to see

There are words that lose all their meaning
Turning misspelling into an art
Or the flow don't go the way it's suppose
Because of misplaced punctuation! marks

And I too often rely on spell check
To move my poems along
Which can turn my enemy into enema
I guess that's not too far off

There's so much more to poetry these days
Than running out of thoughts and ink
And me with only half a brain
It takes twice as much time to think

So while this poem is being edited
Please sit back and relax
If you see any mistakes that I have made
Speak up now cause here's your chance
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