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 Nov 2020 seawreck
Roman B
History
 Nov 2020 seawreck
Roman B
Where mud let us talk
When you cried for our future
What can I say now?
Might get a pastry tomorrow. (coffee too?)
Tonight
I want to live
I want to dance
I want to sing
But I want you by my side
I need you by my side
I want to see the world
But I want to see it with you
And through your eyes
But you are gone
So far away
Too far away
And nothing I can do or say
Will ever end this pain
Inspired after reading All The Bright Places. What a brilliant and heart-breaking book...
 Nov 2020 seawreck
elaine
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
Life
                                                            ­    has
            a
                       funny
     way
                                           of
                                  
                                ruining

      
                                                      Lives.
In the End, It will all fit together.
I wish I could be
Anonymous to the world
Like I am here
You dont know
Whats going on
Inside my head
You dont understand
Whats going on
Inside my head
You dont see
Who I really am
Is stuck
Inside my head
 Nov 2020 seawreck
Alan S Jeeves
One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fairway.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.

I heard that she was singing
As I maundered ever near;
The sweetest, charming plainsong
Sent softly to my ear.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.

She had the rarest countenance,
She had the fairest flowing hair;
She looked the grandest lady,
Ethereal beyond compare.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.

She was a rose of this fair land,
The flower of Saint George,
But I my master's vassal,
A servant of the forge.

So, like the springtime morning
She filled my heart with joy...
She, a rose of England
Whilst I, a blacksmith's boy.
 Nov 2020 seawreck
Emily
2020
 Nov 2020 seawreck
Emily
remind me--
what was ever so romantic about
sunrises, rain, and morning coffee?
remind me how to find meaning
in the monochrome,
paint color into the mundane
and strive for imperfection.
 Nov 2020 seawreck
Samantha
Mono
 Nov 2020 seawreck
Samantha
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
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