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 Mar 2014 Sir B
Xyns
Thank you for breaking me
And making me
A better me

Thank you for hurting me
And making me
A stronger me

Thank you for shooting me
And making me
Bulletproof

Thank you for burning me
And making me
Fireproof
This is an older poem. Things have changed since then. But this poem is highly relative to a lot of people and I liked it well enough so I posted it.
 Mar 2014 Sir B
ky
confused
 Mar 2014 Sir B
ky
first
you'll
find
a way
to
numb
the
pain
but
then
you'll
stick
a
razor
to your
skin
just
to
feel
again
 Mar 2014 Sir B
Robyn
Ships
 Mar 2014 Sir B
Robyn
How many ships Lord?
How many ships?
How many ships are you sending?
I want to come home
I say as tears wet my lips
Lord
How many ships?
 Mar 2014 Sir B
Cailey Weaver
Rivers
        are
           only
         as
deep
      as
        your
             imagination
                                makes
                            them.
 Mar 2014 Sir B
bambi
horoscope
 Mar 2014 Sir B
bambi
I admit I am a dark, exhausted beast--
a memory no one summons.


But you rise at dawn with raven hair--
a child of soldier and sun.


Although you've gone,
I covet your crescent grin.


and the sun

within the lining

of your skin.
This was too honest for me to finish right now.

Homage to Pablo Neruda and someone essential.
 Mar 2014 Sir B
Mike Hauser
I woke up this morning
Sporting a Beret
Speaking in an accent
Parlez-vous francais?

With a scarf around my neck
A pencil thin moustache
Afraid I might have woke up French
A slight giggle to my laugh

With a strong urge for fresh Baguette's
I head to the grocery
I told my cat I'd be right back
He looked at me... Cest la vie
 Mar 2014 Sir B
Mike Hauser
I've been drawn in deep
These rhymes that beckon me
I have no need for escape
As they invade my dreams

Since arriving at this place
Where the world of poets all converge
I've been enlightened, enthralled, and captured
By the wonder of their words

Some so deep and darkened
I'm saddened by the pain
But the pain somehow calls out to me
For I return time and again

Where I find a soul lighthearted
Amongst a carnival of words
I step onto the path they've laid for me
And walk with them inside their mirth

As I find myself here on Hello Poetry
With my lot of new found friends
We'll walk this winding path together
On a journey to suit our whims
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