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Wordsmith Jun 2020
Peace —
A feeling
A state of being
Of being in the present
With a deep sense of calm
That comes from — knowing
One I conflate with faith
Miles Graves Jun 2020
I want to rend this mind from within, cut it free
And leave it to expire with an ounce of clarity.

I want no skin left pure, I want it ripped until raw
If it would only cancel this human mistake that I abhor.

I want resentment to reside, to agitate these thoughts
As they race towards a destination that, for so long, I had fought.
Miles Graves Jun 2020
Sinking in a stifling room, sunken eyes
Staring at sights that were never seen,
I torture this being that was once me.

With tarnished skin taunting, innocence
Inflamed, I lose myself to that madness
And in this demise, I dwell, desperately.

No more energy can I embrace, no more
Can people force forgiveness on my failings -
In this worthless state, so weak, I plead that the breath begone.
Scott Hunter Jun 2020
I saw you twice and time again
And so I know, both now and then
That light and dark can interchange
As freely as a bow can bend
As leaves can shimmer in the sun
The same as when the world began.

Green, glistening in the sun.

That’s how I know what matters, see
Our timbers move, their branches free
They do not push or pull against
The ever-changing elements.

They simply be and let time run.

Green, glistening in the sun.
© 2004
When we were  not taking so serious
dig the land to make a great hole to trap the people in serious
pit so deep and those fallen never awaken very serious
so...
we recognize as criminals than serious.
Erik Luo May 2020
Sometimes,
I don't know where I'm going
like I'm falling
endlessly

Sometimes,
I can't feel the mourning
of my death
and my dreams

Sometimes,
I dream of being
a sheep
asleep

Sometimes
I have a feeling
like the silence
too short

But tonight
I hope
I will see
A new light

I dream of a leave
that will soon be here
and I will wake up


Sometimes
I don't know where I'm going
lost in the world
of desiring

Sometime
I forget my own knowing
for the sadness
that lives in being

But today
I heard that dream we are
together, singing that song

And maybe
we'll be here for one more
one more moment away

I don't know
What could have been

I don't need to




And sometimes
I will imagine
The life of a dream lived

And perhaps
is time
to let go our lie
and see what is here

And perhaps
we have to
let go of
the sorrow

oh sorrow

Maybe we'll
just let go
together, back to one

and maybe we can
just love
more than what we are




Sometimes
I feel the sorrow
and then
I remember you

Sometimes
I live in tomorrow
and maybe we will
meet again

And perhaps
I will know
how to play this song

And maybe
I will learn
how to love without hurt

And I remember you are here

I know we are




Sometimes,
I go fearlessly
into the void

Sometimes,
I will know
how to lie

Someday,
I will feel
the warmth
of you embrace

but maybe
is too far away
A simple one
Douglas Balmain May 2020
It’s not that
they don’t speak—
it’s that we
won’t listen.
We hear only
with our ears
now—tuned
for only our
own tones.
Their language
is subtle
and comprehensive;
a language of
truths without
motive, born
of a life
we’ve turned
away from.
Originally published at https://douglasbalmain.com/notebook
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