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26    Back after a 9 year hiatus. I probably won't post anything big here, but I thought I'd poke around.
Dxsolate Sighs
I express through words if I am depressed.
I'm a very sad sixteen year old and I hope you have a nice day

Poems

Sigh
I wish he was here

Sigh
He won't leave I fear

Sigh
You wont believe what was said

Sigh
It's easy to slander the dead

Sigh
What it is to be warm

Sigh
To feel without scorn

Sigh
The need to be safe

Sigh
An embrace that chafes

Sigh
Where are we now

Sigh
No feilds to plow

Sigh
Wrap yours arms around me

Sigh
We'll  be what we want to be

Laugh
Happieness, a piece

Laugh
Freedom of release
Sally A Bayan  Mar 2015
A SIGH
Sally A Bayan Mar 2015
It's like a habit, done unconsciously
Do we even know, it is reactionary?
This breathing out with varying intensities
Could itself, be a tendency
Says a lot---it could mean anything, 
It could mean everything...
Speaking becomes a choice,
To hear, or not to hear one's voice. 

There's a sigh of admission
Or agreement...a signal of an ensuing confession,
Rarely comes with a nod or a smile...
We admire with a sigh
Our eyes, a sparkle it could never hide,
We give out a sigh of despair
When hopelessness permeates the air.
From disappointment, we frown
Our shoulders are down,
And when one is anxious, and wait-less
Limbs are so restless
Mind is unruly, followed usually 
By a sigh of anxiety.
When heart and mind have conceded
A sigh of surrender has succeeded
When what we see is beyond comprehension
And we.....have run out of options...

When the air is laced with sorrow
We sigh, and then tears follow
Because words refuse to flow
A sigh is all that we can let go.

We sense disrespect
A snort, we usually expect
As things, people, sometimes stray
And we sigh in dismay.

When what we feel we cannot utter
We exhale...it feels so much better
Sometimes, it is gentle...other times, violent
Could be like a shout...or one so fervent...

I ventured...thought of a lot more sighs,
They could fill my page...I could run out of rhymes
So I'm ending this poem with one...prolonged and high
Acknowledging...that a sigh is not just a sigh,
it holds words, actions suppressed, even ****** expressions,
Confusing....at times, giving wrong impressions,
Because...the true reason for the sigh 
Is known, only to the one who sighs.


Sally

Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan